Cool Action and Hot Air.

But for us, brother, deeds not words—cool action, not hot air. To prove our claim to the title of Head Man, it behoves us to down-pens, don an aeroplane, and zoom over the horizon with a jerkin, a pair of odd socks, and a grim determination to impinge on Terra Firma, Gorgonzola, or the Hook of Holland, in one complete piece.

Can we do it —or is it for us, the white man's burden? Notwithstanding anything to the contrary, sisters, we hasten to assure you that our hearts thicken with manly appreciation of your athletic adroitness, your mental mastery, and your aerial activities.

But we have our pride, sisters; we have our pride.