John Block and his wife, Anita, were ardent workers for the cause. She was a grand person, a Barnard graduate and editor of the woman’s page of the _Call_. She telephoned me one evening, “Will you help me out? We have a lecture scheduled for tonight and our speaker is unable to come. Won’t you take her place?” “But I can’t speak. I’ve never made a speech in my life.” “You’ll simply have to do it. There isn’t anybody I can get, and I’m depending on you.” “How many will be there?” I asked. “Only about ten. You’ve nothing to be frightened of.” But I was frightened—thoroughly so. I could not eat my supper. Shaking and quaking I faced the little handful of women who had come after their long working hours for enlightenment. Since I did not consider myself qualified to speak on labor, I switched the subject to health, with which I was more familiar. This, it appeared, was something new. They were pleased and said to Anita, “Let’s have more health talks.” The second time we met the audience had swelled to seventy-five and arrangements were made to continue the lectures, if such they could be called, which I prepared while my patients slept. The young mothers in the group asked so many questions about their intimate family life that I mentioned it to Anita. “Just the thing,” she said. “Write up your answers and we’ll try them out in the _Call_.” The result was the first composition I had ever done for publication, a series under the general title, _What Every Mother Should Know_. I attempted, as I had with the Hastings children, to introduce the impersonality of nature in order to break through the rigid consciousness of sex on the part of parents, who were inclined to be too intensely personal about it. Then Anita requested a second series to be called _What Every Girl Should Know_. The motif was, “If the mother can impress the child with the beauty and wonder and sacredness of the sex function, she has taught it the first lesson.” These articles ran along for three or four weeks until one Sunday morning I turned to the _Call_ to see my precious little effort, and, instead, encountered a newspaper box two columns wide in which was printed in black letters, WHAT EVERY GIRL SHOULD KNOW ┌───┐ │ N │ │ O │ │ T │ │ H │ │ I │ │ N │ │ G │ │ ! │ └───┘ BY ORDER OF THE POST-OFFICE DEPARTMENT