The Butte citizen's blood pressure rises and falls with the price of copper. He opposes war "and yet, when you come to think of it..., war would probably raise the price of copper and increase work and wages ..." Sometimes he is half-convinced that Butte is the real capital of the United States and copper instead of gold the proper standard of values. If he is a miner, or has friends or near relatives in the mines, he is often grim and worried. Butte's streets are crowded nightly with persons intent upon a round of pleasure in bars and gambling places, some seeking to forget the fears of daily existence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine. They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic a...nd acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralisation and disorder on the part of the inferior ... jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick... And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain,... Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from their caves to life again;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The blood of Abraham, God's father of the chosen, still flows in the veins of Arab, Jew, and Christian, and too much of it has bee...n spilled in grasping for the inheritance of the revered patriarch in the Middle East. The spilled blood in the Holy Land still cries out to God--an anguished cry for peace.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »