To the hills men! and there isn't a second to spare! Don't pause to aid the laggards or you'll be too late. The revolution is at hand!
To-day—in a five word utterance—1 heard the death sentence on the established order of things, and any moment now you may expect the leopard to start changing his spots, two and two quit making four, and birds of a feather stop flocking together, writes a United Press correspondent.
Dizzy Dean was the man who uttered the five words. He uttered them to me, and they were this:
"I have nothing to say!"
And he didn't. He meant it. I argued with him the best I could, pointing out the seriousness of such a statement from him. I told him that his constant bellowing was just as much a part of this nation as the Constitution, Betsy Ross, and States rights. And that if he kept silent if only for a day—the citizens would become panicky and anything might happen. But he would not yield.
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