It Is All Right To Rat, But

The English Know How To Make The Best Of Things. Their So-called Muddling Through Is Simply Skill At Dealing With The Inevitable.

May There Not Be Methods Of Using Explosive Energy Incomparably More Intense Than Anything Heretofore Discovered? Might Not A Bomb No Bigger Than An Orange Be Found To Possess A Secret Power To Destroy A Whole Block Of Buildings-nay, To Concentrate The Force Of A Thousand Tons Of Cordite And Blast A Township At A Stroke? Could Not Explosives Even Of The Existing Type Be Guided Automatically In Flying Machines By Wireless Or Other Rays, Without A Human Pilot, In Ceaseless Procession Upon A Hostile City, Arsenal, Camp Or Dockyard?

It Is Arguable Whether The Human Race Have Been Gainers By The March Of Science Beyond The Steam Engine. Electricity Opens A Field Of Infinite Conveniences To Ever Greater Numbers, But They May Well Have To Pay Dearly For Them. But Anyhow In My Thought I Stop Short Of The Internal Combustion Engine Which Has Made The World So Much Smaller. Still More Must We Fear The Consequences Of Entrusting A Human Race So Little Different From Their Predecessors Of The So-called Barbarous Ages Such Awful Agencies As The Atomic Bomb. Give Me The Horse.

There Is A Place For Everyone, Man And Woman, Old And Young, Hale And Halt; Service In A Thousand Forms Is Open. There Is No Room Now For The Dilettante, The Weakling, For The Shirker, Or The Sluggard. From The Highest To The Humblest Tasks, All Are Of Equal Honor; All Have Their Part To Play.

I Have Benefited Greatly From Criticism, And At No Time Have I Suffered A Lack Thereof.