In Our Country... One Class Of Men

There Is Many A Boy Here Today Who Looks On War As All Glory, But, Boys, It Is All Hell. You Can Bear This Warning Voice To Generations Yet To Come. I Look Upon War With Horror.

I Beg To Present You As A Christmas Gift The City Of Savannah.

You Might As Well Appeal Against The Thunder-storm As Against These Terrible Hardships Of War. They Are Inevitable, And The Only Way The People Of Atlanta Can Hope Once More To Live In Peace And Quiet At Home, Is To Stop The War, Which Can Only Be Done By Admitting That It Began In Error And Is Perpetuated In Pride.

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

The Only Good Indian Is A Dead Indian