The Middle Class, That Prisoner Of The

When Fascism Comes To The United States It Will Be Wrapped In The American Flag And Will Claim The Name Of 100-percent Americanism

Winter Is Not A Season, It's An Occupation.

To A True-blue Professor Of Literature In An American University, Literature Is Not Something That A Plain Human Being, Living Today, Painfully Sits Down To Produce. No; It Is Something Dead.

The Maker Of The Universe With Stars A Hundred Thousand Light-years Apart Was Interested, Furious, And Very Personal About It If A Small Boy Played Baseball On Sunday Afternoon.

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!