War Is The Remedy That

In Our Country... One Class Of Men Makes War And Leaves Another To Fight It Out.

You People Speak So Lightly Of War; You Don't Know What You're Talking About. War Is A Terrible Thing!

I Knew Wherever I Was That You Thought Of Me, And If I Got In A Tight Place You Would Come-if Alive.

War Is The Remedy That Our Enemies Have Chosen, And I Say Let Us Give Them All They Want.

There Will Soon Come An Armed Contest Between Capital And Labor. They Will Oppose Each Other, Not With Words And Arguments, But With Shot And Shell, Gun-powder And Cannon. The Better Classes Are Tired Of The Insane Howling Of The Lower Strata And They Mean To Stop Them.