A Thin Grey Fog Hung

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

A People Always Ends By Resembling Its Shadow.

The Beasts Are Very Wise, Their Mouths Are Clean Of Lies, They Talk One To The Other, Bullock To Bullock Brothers Resting After Their Labors, Each In Stall With His Neighbors, But Man With Goad And Whip, Breaks Up Their Fellowship, Shouts In Their Silky Ears Filling Their Soul With Fears. When He Has Plowed The Land, He Says: "they Understand." But The Beasts In Stall Together, Freed From The Yoke And Tether, Say As The Torn Flank Smoke: "nay, 'twas The Whip That Spoke."

Ye May Kill For Yourselves, And Your Mates, And Your Cubs As They Need, And Ye Can; But Kill Not For Pleasure Of Killing, And Seven Times Never Kill Man!

Savings Represent Much More Than Mere Money Value. They Are The Proof That The Saver Is Worth Something In Himself. Any Fool Can Waste; Any Fool Can Muddle; But It Takes Something More Of A Man To Save And The More He Saves The More Of A Man He Makes Of Himself. Waste And Extravagance Unsettle A Man's Mind For Every Crisis; Thrift, Which Means Some Form Of Self-restraint, Steadies It.