To Improve Is To Change.

We Must Have A Better Word Than "prefabricated", Why Not "ready-made"?

The Trade Unions Are A Long-established And Essential Part Of Our National Life. We Take Our Stand By These Pillars Of Our British Society As It Has Gradually Developed And Evolved Itself, Of The Right Of Individual Labouring Men To Adjust Their Wages And Conditions By Collective Bargaining, Including The Right To Strike.

A Prisoner Of War Is A Man Who Tries To Kill You And Fails, And Then Asks You Not To Kill Him.

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.

The World Looks With Some Awe Upon A Man Who Appears Unconcernedly Indifferent To Home, Money, Comfort, Rank, Or Even Power And Fame. The World Feels Not Without A Certain Apprehension, That Here Is Someone Outside Its Jurisdiction; Someone Before Whom Its Allurements May Be Spread In Vain; Some One Strangely Enfranchised, Untamed, Untrammelled By Convention, Moving Independent Of The Ordinary Currents Of Human Action.