It Is Only After One Is In

Never Having Failed, I Could Not Picture What Failure Meant.

'very Well,' I Said Angrily, 'start The Man, And I'll Start The Same Day For Some Other Newspaper And Beat Him.'

In Our Short Walks We Passed The Kitchen Where Food Was Prepared For The Nurses And Doctors. There We Got Glimpses Of Melons And Grapes And All Kinds Of Fruits, Beautiful White Bread And Nice Meats, And The Hungry Feeling Would Be Increased Tenfold.

I Have Never Written A Word That Did Not Come From My Heart. I Never Shall.

On The Wagon Sped, And I, As Well As My Comrades, Gave A Despairing Farewell Glance At Freedom As We Came In Sight Of The Long Stone Buildings.