There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop

In Less Than Twenty-five Years . . . The Motor-car Will Be Obsolete, Because The Aeroplane Will Run Along The Ground As Well As Fly Over It.

There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop To A Hungry Man.

During The Early Months Of The War In 1914 There Was A Conflict Of Opinion Between The War Office And The Foreign Office Regarding News From The Front.

It Was Announced As A French Victory By The French Minister Of War. I Did Not See Any Sign Of Victory But Only The Retreat Of The French Forces Engaged In The Battle.

We Who Go Out To Die Shall Be Remembered, Because We Gave The World Peace. That Will Be Our Reward, Though We Will Know Nothing Of It, But Lie Rotting In The Earth - Dead.