Let Us Fight To Free

The Glamour Of It All! New York! America!

A Tramp, A Gentleman, A Poet, A Dreamer, A Lonely Fellow, Always Hopeful Of Romance And Adventure.

I Do Not Have Much Patience With A Thing Of Beauty That Must Be Explained To Be Understood.

Don’t Fight For Slavery! Fight For Liberty! [...] You, The People, Have The Power, The Power To Create Machines, The Power To Create Happiness! You, The People, Have The Power To Make This Life Free And Beautiful, To Make This Life A Wonderful Adventure.

When We Got Off The Streetcar At Times Square, It Was Somewhat Of A Letdown. Newspapers Were Blowing About The Road And Pavement, And Broadway Looked Seedy, Like A Slovenly Woman Just Out Of Bed.