“I work for the state,” I said, thinking I’d tell him I write occasionally for Arizona Highways. He laughed. “The state cuts no ice up here. We’re the Salt River Project.” I tried again. “I’m a fluviophile,” I explained. “You’re a what?” “A fluviophile. A lover of rivers.” “I’ll be damned! That’s a new one.” I played my last card. “I know Rod McMullin,” I said, naming the manager of the Salt River Project.

The winner with 53% had a 6% majority over the loser with 47%.

See here, if you want me to go into this or any other deal with you, I’m with you to the limit. If you don’t, and you just wish me to go along as your private secretary and professor of wisdom-toothing, I’m your huckleberry, and I’ll pay my own board-bills besides.

There are many of us (yes, even in Utah) who are more style-conscious, socially involved and culturally aware Sapphics than the common opinion dictates.