He Who Faces No Calamity Gains No

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

The Tumalt And Shouting Dies, The Captains And The Kings Depart. Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice, An Humble And A Contrite Heat. Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget, Lest We Forget.

It Is Always A Temptation To A Rich And Lazy Nation, To Puff And Look Important And To Say:- 'though We Know We Should Defeat You, We Have Not The Time To Meet You, We Will Therefore Pay You Cash To Go Away.'

The American Does Not Drink At Meals As A Sensible Man Should. Indeed, He Has No Meals. He Stuffs For Ten Minutes Thrice A Day.

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.