Keep Your Eyes And Ears Open, If

Wits, Like Drunken Men With Swords, Are Apt To Draw Their Steel Upon Their Best Acquaintances.

What A Fine-looking Thing Is War! Yet, Dress It As We May, Dress And Feather It, Daub It With Gold, Huzza It, And Sing Swaggering Songs About It,--what Is It, Nine Times Out Of Ten, But Murder In Uniform!

Not Peace At Any Price! Chains Are Worse Than Bayonets.

A Coquette Is Like A Recruiting Sergeant, Always On The Lookout For Fresh Victims.

A Pill That The Present Moment Is Daily Bread To Thousands.