The Motto Of All The

Politicians. Little Tin Gods On Wheels.

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.

After Violent Emotion Most People And All Boys Demand Food.

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

A Tale From Which Pieces Have Been Raked Out Is Like A Fire That Has Been Poked. One Does Not Know The Operation Has Been Performed, But Everyone Feels The Effect.