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Elbert Hubbard

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The newspapers print what the people want, and thus does the savage still swing his club and flourish his spear.
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p. 142

 
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When Alfred's word was ended
Stood firm that feeble line,
Each in his place with club or spear,
And fury deeper than deep fear,
And smiles as sour as brine.

 
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