University of Virginia Library

'Brother Hector'

I address myself to the
article of Dec. 11; the
"Squirrels Fear Note."

Let me preface my letter by
saying that some of my best
friends are squirrels. I never
have and never will a friend a
squirrel with anything else but
an open heart. Let me use as an
example the squirrel who lives
in front of my room, Hector.
May I hasten to remind all that
Hector of old was the bravest
of the Trojans, son of Priam
and husband of Andromache.
Truly with such a heritage
there can be no doubt that this
is a noble squirrel. I have, upon
my mantle, a picture of this
brave squirrel whose (otherwise
referred to as beady) radiant
eyes shine on me at all times.
He greets me each day with his
usual smiling face as if to say
"Feed me, feed me," Now isn't
that charming! I can not
recount all of the passers-by
who have been delighted at
Hector's friendliness (an
attribute some may call "the
attack instinct.") How could
one be anything else but
charmed to death (which is
better than being bitten, you
must admit.)

If historical date as truth,
Hector was unmercifully
slain at the hands of Achilles
and dragged around Troy
thrice. I see the Editorial Board
of the daily chronicle as
Achilles, who wants to drag the
good squirrel "Brother Hector"
about the Lawn and make the
public afraid. I ask you kind
people: could this be a
conspiracy?