All Roads Lead to Rome

By: Louis Grudin (1922) She bore the smear of insult on her face, And heard the ruffian voices, and the din Of penny horns and whistles that had been Her heart; and she knew only this disgrace— That one had dressed her in a ragged gown. Caesar had been met in various ways; Like thought…

To “My People,” Before the “Great Offensive”

By: Eric Fitzwater Wilkinson (1916) Dark with uncertainty of doubtful doom The future looms across the path we tread; Yet, undismayed we gaze athwart the gloom, Prophetically tinged with hectic red. The mutterings of conflict, sullen, deep, Surge over homes where hopeless tears are shed, And ravens their ill-omened vigils keep O’er legions dead.