Dutch Treaters, the time to act has come! Too long we have been ground beneath the heel of an out-worn Board of Governors void of ideas! Too long have we been crushed by the hand of a heartless President! Too long has a tyrannical Entertainment Committee held us back from the high destiny that awaits us! Arise! Arm! Kick things over!

Fellow sufferers, the day is set. The revolution is decreed. On Tuesday, April 29th (the Tuesday preceding immemorial May first), the tocsin will sound and blood will flow like water. We will uprise! Down with Bud! Down with Cosgrave! Down with the conservatives!

Comrades, for years the Dutch Treat Club, under the consulship of Mallon, strode forward splendidly, each month seeing new conquests. The piffling days of Masson and Flagg, when Dutch Treaters merely sat and ate and talked, were left far behind.

Comrades, to Arms!

Progress was the order of the day. New bursts of glory awaited us after each lunch.

Comrades, them was the grand old days! Each month saw some new surprise: singers followed poets, motion pictures followed singers, soap followed motion pictures, bands followed soap, jugglers followed bands, naughty near-nude cuties followed jugglers. The world was sacked to lay something new before us. Dutch Treat became the world's best Chautauqua - motion picture-concert -circus-night club-vaudeville-lyceum-cabaret.

And now? Nothing new -- just the same old everything! We have borne this long enough. We have been patient. We demand a Swimming Pool. We demand High-Divers! A swimming pool and high-divers -- pretty considerably nude ones, too  -- by April 29th -- or blood!

Ellis Parker Butler
Chairman, Revolutionary Committee