The Coconut Trees, Lithe And Graceful, Crowd

It Was His [gen. Douglas Macarthur's] Relationship With The Administration In Washington Which Became Poisoned By His Egomania. Link Upon Link The Bond Between Events On The Battlefield And His Own Ruin Was Forged, And, As Is Essential In Genuine Tragedy, The Gods Used The Victim Himself To Forge The Links.

But There Are No Loners. No Man Lives In A Void. His Every Act Is Conditioned By His Time And His Society.

It Is True That Despite Occasional Gleams Of Churchillian Eloquence He [gen. Douglas Macarthur] Usually Spoke Poorly. He Was Far More Effective In Conversations A Deux. But Those Who Dismiss Him As Shallow Because His Rhetoric Was Fustian Err.

To The Medieval Mind The Possibility Of Doubt Did Not Exist.

An Edwardian Lady In Full Dress Was A Wonder To Behold, And Her Preparations For Viewing Were Awesome.