“Ah, dry those tears! Grief and sorrow are man's heritage. He builds his castles in Spain and suddenly finds that they have gone ‘nuts’ in Barcelona. Life is a pretty pickle. You stab at it with the fork of Ambition and it skids off the plate of Hope. Ah, me! Youth, youth! Youth is a spring union of joy and hope, and age is but its breath—poignant and lingering. But we must not despair. Remember the rousing
“Whether or not she is a widow at law.”
courage in ‘Men of Garlic,’ the battle song of the Latin races. Garlic—that valiant vegetable which, for generations, has been used as a lethal weapon. Humanists are now asking, ‘Should garlic be banned from modern warfare?’ We will never know. ‘Dead men tell no tales'.”
You get the idea? Well—perhaps you are right!