Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard

Now, Don't Be Angry After You've Been Afraid. That's The Worst Kind Of Cowardice.

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

(an Unhappy Childhood Was Not) An Unsuitable Preparation For My Future, In That It Demanded A Constant Wariness, The Habit Of Observation, And The Attendance On Moods And Tempers; The Noting Of Discrepancies Between Speech And Action; A Certain Reserve Of Demeanour; And Automatic Suspicion Of Sudden Favours.

Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs.

They Shut The Road Through The Woods Seventy Years Ago. Weather And Rain Have Undone It Again, And Now You Would Never Know There Was Once A Road Through The Woods