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December 15, 1923.
Dear Waldo:
You who have sampled the salt breezes of the North on board my boat,have, I know, imbibed the spirit that actuates the belief that in aworld like ours we can all be knights. I know that like ourselves, youlook upon the world as a field of honor, and its only durable prizesthe things that we can accomplish in it. You see the fun in itall—the real joie de vivre.
Well, we are doing our best, and it is giving us a great return. Wehaven't lost the capacity to enjoy soft things, but we have learnedthe joys of trying to endure hardness as good soldiers. Would to Godthat every American boy would realize that the only real great prizeof life is to be won by being willing to take blows and willing tosuffer misunderstanding and opposition, so long as he may follow inthe footsteps of that most Peerless Knight that ever lived; He who sawthat the meaning of life was, that in it we might, wherever we are, bealways trying to do good.
Ever your friend,
Wilfred T. Grenfell.
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