The dancers playing the role of conquistadors wore wire fencing masks that had been painted with long pointed Spanish faces; black, pencil-thin mustaches that curled slightly at the ends; blue eyes; long, thin European noses and thin mouths.

At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking; “’Tis clear,” cried they, “our Mayor’s a noddy; […] ”

[…] when we know that hundreds are rendered homeless every day, and countless thousands are killed and wounded, men and boys mowed down like a field of grain, and with as little compunction, we grow a little bit numb to human misery.

“You must help me,” she said imploringly.