Having Lost Sight Of Our Objectives, We

Now Is The Time For All Good Men To Come To.

Eventually Every Man Gotta Face The Problem Of Tryin' To Figger If It's Worthwhile To Prove That He Is Himself.

It Is Not Good Enough For Things To Be Planned - They Still Have To Be Done; For The Intention To Become A Reality, Energy Has To Be Launched Into Operation.

Traces Of Nobility, Gentleness And Courage Persist In All People, Do What We Will To Stamp Out The Trend. So, Too, Do Those Characteristics Which Are Ugly. It Is Just Unfortunate That In The Clumsy Hands Of A Cartoonist All Traits Become Ridiculous, Leading To A Certain Amount Of Self-conscious Expostulation And The Desire To Join Battle.

A Parade Is The Worst Form Of Transportation Known To Man.