Original Poems for Infant Minds My Mother Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother. – Anon.
The anger in the Brigade against those who fought the Republic in the rear was sharpened by reports of weapons, even tanks, being kept from the front and hidden for treacherous purposes. – Bill Alexander
The machine has had a pernicious effect upon virtue, pity, and love, and young men used to machines which induce inertia, and fear, are near impotent. – Edward Dahlberg