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The Great Defence Against Aerial Menace Is To Attack The Enemy's Aircraft As Near As Possible To Their Point Of Departure.

May There Not Be Methods Of Using Explosive Energy Incomparably More Intense Than Anything Heretofore Discovered? Might Not A Bomb No Bigger Than An Orange Be Found To Possess A Secret Power To Destroy A Whole Block Of Buildings-nay, To Concentrate The Force Of A Thousand Tons Of Cordite And Blast A Township At A Stroke? Could Not Explosives Even Of The Existing Type Be Guided Automatically In Flying Machines By Wireless Or Other Rays, Without A Human Pilot, In Ceaseless Procession Upon A Hostile City, Arsenal, Camp Or Dockyard?

To Sit At One's Table On A Sunny Morning, With Four Clear Hours Of Uninterruptible Security, Plenty Of Nice White Paper, And A Squeezer Pen - That Is True Happiness.

No One Ever Came To Grief-except Honorable Grief-through Riding Horses. No Hour Of Life Is Lost That Is Spent In The Saddle. Young Men Have Often Been Ruined Through Owning Horses, Or Through Backing Horses, But Never Through Riding Them; Unless Of Course They Break Their Necks, Which, Taken At A Gallop, Is A Very Good Death To Die.

To Improve Is To Change.