The Finest Eloquence Is That Which Gets

We Are Fighting Germany, Austria And Drink, And As Far As I Can See, The Greatest Of These Three Deadly Foes Is Drink.

A Fully Equipped Duke Costs As Much To Keep Up As Two Dreadnoughts, And Dukes Are Just As Great A Terror - And They Last Longer.

The Finest Eloquence Is That Which Gets Things Done.

The Bolshevists Would Blow Up The Fabric With High Explosive, With Horror. Others Would Pull Down With The Crowbars And With Cranks--especially With Cranks. . . . Sweating, Slums, The Sense Of Semi-slavery In Labour, Must Go. We Must Cultivate A Sense Of Manhood By Treating Men As Men.

Believe Me, Germany Is Unable To Wage War.