Prosperity Is Just Around The Corner.

Fishing Is The Chance To Wash One's Soul With Pure Air. It Brings Meekness And Inspiration, Reduces Our Egoism, Soothes Our Troubles And Shames Our Wickedness. It Is Discipline In The Equality Of Men--for All Men Are Equal Before Fish.

Unemployment In The Sense Of Distress Is Widely Disappearing. . . . We In America Today Are Nearer To The Final Triumph Over Poverty Than Ever Before In The History Of Any Land. The Poor-house Is Vanishing From Among Us. We Have Not Yet Reached The Goal, But Given A Change To Go Forward With The Policies Of The Last Eight Years, And We Shall Soon With He Help Of God Be In Sight Of The Day When Poverty Will Be Banished From This Nation. There Is No Guarantee Against Poverty Equal To A Job For Every Man. That Is The Primary Purpose Of The Economic Policies We Advocate

If America Is To Be Run By The People, It Is The People Who Must Think. And We Do Not Need To Put On Sackcloth And Ashes To Think. Nor Should Our Minds Work Like A Sundial Which Records Only Sunshine. Our Thinking Must Square Against Some Lessons Of History, Some Principles Of Government And Morals, If We Would Preserve The Rights And Dignity Of Men To Which This Nation Is Dedicated.

I Protest That We Fans Are Being Emotionally Starved And Frustrated By Long Periods Of Perfect Performance Of These Batteries. More Over, When There Are Nothing But Strikes And Balls Going On, You Relapse Into Your Worries Over The Bank Of England, Or Something Else.

No Prosaic Description Can Portray The Grandeur Of 40 Miles Of Rugged Mountains Rising Beyond A Placid Lake In Which Each Shadowy Precipice And Each Purple Gorge Is Reflected With A Vividness That Rivals The Original.