I Drink And Smoke And I Am

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days.

Danger Gathers Upon Our Path. We Cannot Afford - We Have No Right - To Look Back. We Must Look Forward

The Gratitude Of Every Home In Our Island, In Our Empire, And Indeed Throughout The World, Except In The Abodes Of The Guilty, Goes Out To The British Airmen Who, Undaunted By Odds, Unwearied In Their Constant Challenge And Mortal Danger, Are Turning The Tide Of The World War By Their Prowess And By Their Devotion. Never In The Field Of Human Conflict Was So Much Owed By So Many To So Few.

Millions Who Could Not Follow Closely Or Accurately The Main Events Of The War Looked Day After Day In The Papers For The Fortunes Of Mafeking, And When Finally The News Of Its Relief Was Flashed Throughout The World, The Streets Of London Became Impassable, And The Floods Of Sterling, Cockney Patriotism Were Released In Such A Deluge Of Unbridled, Delirious Joy As Was Never Witnessed Again Till Armistace Night, 1918.

Golf. Trying To Knock A Tiny Ball Into An Even Smaller Hole With Implements Ill Suited To The Purpose.