Also, note the reproduction of the short poem "The Catholic Sun," from Hilaire Belloc:
Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,Belloc, you will recall, also gave us that catchy little anthem for late nineteenth century imperialism:
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
Whatever happens,These aren't "110 Love Pen"--what could be?--but Belloc is my kind of poet.
We have got:
The Maxim Gun
And they have not