Good Lord! Who Can Account For The

They Will Come Back, Come Back Again, As Long As The Red Earth Rolls. He Never Wasted A Leaf Or A Tree. Do You Think He Would Squander Souls?

War Is An Ill Thing, As I Surely Know. But 'twould Be An Ill World For Weaponless Dreamers If Evil Men Were Not Now And Then Slain.

He Will Kill Mice And He Will Be Kind To Babies...but When The Moon Gets Up And The Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself.

The 'eathen In 'is Blindness Must End Where 'e Began. But The Backbone Of The Army Is The Non-commissioned Man!

I Have Seen Something Of This World," She Said Over The Trays, "and There Are But Two Sorts Of Women In It-- Those Who Take The Strength Out Of A Man, And Those Who Put It Back. Once I Was That One, And Now I Am This.