The New York Daily News suggested that my biggest war crime was not killing myself like a gentleman. Presumably Hitler was a gentleman.

Their imaginations were flywheels on the ramshackle machinery of the awful truth.

I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame, they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays. But they are murdered children all the same.

People would be surprised if they knew how much in this world was due to prayers.

This had been going on at Shortridge since 1906. My parents had also worked on the Shortridge Daily Echo. The way it came into being was that when they built Shortridge High School, they had a vocational department and they had a print shop.

Dear future generations: Please accept our apologies. We were rolling drunk on petroleum.

God Almighty Himself must have been hilarious when human beings so mingled iron and water and fire as to make a railroad train!