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You've Been Telling Us About How To Secure Peace, But Come On, Now, General-just Among Us Rotarians And Rotary Anns-'fess Up! With Your Great Experience, Don't You Honest, Cross-your-heart, Think That Perhaps-just Maybe-when A Country Has Gone Money-mad, Like All Our Labor Unions And Workmen, With Their Propaganda To Hoist Income Taxes, So That The Thrifty And Industrious Have To Pay For The Shiftless Ne'er-do-weels, Then Maybe, To Save Their Lazy Souls And Get Some Iron Into Them, A War Might Be A Good Thing? Come On, Now, Tell Your Real Middle Name, Mong General!

If There Is Anything Worse Than The Aching Tedium Of Staring Out Of Car Windows, It Is The Irritation Of Getting Tickets, Packing, Finding Trains, Lying In Bouncing Berths, Washing Without Water, Digging Out Passports, And Fighting Through Customs. To Live In Carlsbad Is Seemly And To Loaf At San Remo Healing To The Soul, But To Get From Carlsbad To San Remo Is Of The Devil.

It Is, I Think, An Error To Believe That There Is Any Need Of Religion To Make Life Seem Worth Living.

There Are Two Insults Which No Human Being Will Endure: The Assertion That He Hasn't A Sense Of Humor, And The Doubly Impertinent Assertion That He Has Never Known Trouble.

Is It Possible That Nobody Has Ever Known That There Never Has Been A Completely Civilized Man, And Won't Be For Another Thousand Years?