Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

Science unfolded her treasures and her secrets to the desperate demands of men, and placed in their hands agencies and apparatus almost decisive in their character. Reflecting on the outcome of World War I, and an ominous future.

Oh, what is the matter with poor Puggy-Wug? Pet him and kiss him and give him a hug. Run and fetch him a suitable drug. Wrap him up tenderly all in a rug. That is the way to cure Puggy-Wug.

Never flinch, never weary, never despair.

The Times is speechless, and takes three columns to express its speechlessness.

If you mean to profit, learn to please.

It is a good thing to stand away from the canvas from time to time and take a full view of the picture.