Well blest is he who has a dear one dead; A friend he has whose face will never change- A dear communion that will not grow strange; The anchor of a love is death.

The organized charity, scrimped and iced, In the name of a cautious, statistical Christ.

Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you, nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.

Anonymity is the fame of the future.

All that is worth seeing in good boxing can best be witnessed in a contest with soft gloves. Every value is called out: quickness, force, precision, foresight, readiness, pluck, and endurance. With these, the rowdy and 'rough' are not satisfied.

A dreamer lives forever, And a toiler dies in a day.

Putting prize-fighting altogether aside as one of the unavoidable evils attending on this manly exercise, the inestimable value of boxing as a training, discipline, and development of boys and young men remains.