One Cannot Resist The Lure Of Africa.

Call A Truce, Then, To Our Labors - Let Us Feast With Friends And Neighbors, And Be Merry As The Custom Of Our Caste; For If ''faint And Forced The Laughter,'' And If Sadness Follow After, We Are Richer By One Mocking Christmas Past.

But Remember Please, The Law By Which We Live, We Are Not Built To Comprehend A Lie, We Can Neither Love Nor Pity Nor Forgive. If You Make A Slip In Handling Us You Die.

Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh, How Beautiful,' And Sitting In The Shade.

Single Men In Barricks Don't Grow Into Plaster Saints.

Take Up The White Man's Burden -- Send Forth The Best Ye Breed -- Go, Bind Your Sons To Exile To Serve Your Captives Need.