I Have Struck A City - A

Though Our Smoke May Hide The Heavens From Your Eyes, It Will Vanish And The Stars Will Shine Again, Because, For All Our Power And Weight And Size, We Are Nothing More Than Children Of Your Brain!

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

It Was The Forty-fathom Slumber That Clears The Soul And Eye And Heart, And Sends You To Breakfast Ravening. They Emptied A Big Tin Dish Of Juicy Fragments Of Fish- The Blood-ends The Cook Had Collected Overnight. They Cleaned Up The Plates And Pans Of The Elder Mess, Who Were Out Fishing, Sliced Pork For The Midday Meal, Swabbed Down The Foc'sle, Filled The Lamps, Drew Coal And Water For The Cook, An Investigated The Fore-hold, Where The Boat's Stores Were Stacked. It Was Another Perfect Day - Soft, Mild And Clear; And Harvey Breathed To The Very Bottom Of His Lungs.

Good Lord! Who Can Account For The Fathomless Folly Of The Public?

What Is The Law Of The Jungle? Strike First And Then Give Tongue.