There was once a clown who yearned to play tragedy, but who could never obtain a hearing owing to the peals of laughter which greeted him from a too faithful audience.
In
reading one of the letters to our Leader published in the Sentinel, some inspiring thoughts came to me which led to the question, What are the "fragments" that remained after the feeding of the five thousand?
During
the age of chivalry a man-at-arms could not become a knight until he had taken an oath to protect the distressed, maintain the right, and live a stainless life.
