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Sex Is A Slotmachine.

There's Something Wonderfully Exciting About The Quiet Sing Song Of An Aeroplane Overhead With All The Guns In Creation Lighting Out At It, And Searchlights Feeling Their Way Across The Sky Like Antennae, And The Earth Shaking Snort Of The Bombs And The Whimper Of Shrapnel Pieces When They Come Down To Patter On The Roof.

That's The Great Danger Of Sectarian Opinions, They Always Accept The Formulas Of Past Events As Useful For The Measurement Of Future Events And They Never Are, If You Have High Standards Of Accuracy.

War Is Utter Damn Nonsense, A Vast Cancer Fed By Lies And Self Seeking Malignity On The Part Of Those Who Don't Do The Fighting.

The Chilly December Day! Two Shivering Bicycle Mechanics From Dayton, Ohio First Felt Their Homemade Contraption Whittled Out Of Hickory Sticks, Gummed Together With Arnstein's Bicycle Cement, Stretched With Muslin They'd Sewn On Their Sister's Sewing Machine In Their Own Backyard On Hawthorn Street In Dayton, Ohio, Soar Into The Air Above The Dunes And The Wide Beach At Kitty Hawk.