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An American Tank in Tunisia (American Magazine, 1943)

Here is first-person account of life in an M3 Stuart tank fighting in Tunisia:

"We were ordered to hold, and hold we did. But we took a terrible shellacking. We dodged around, spitting at the Germans with our little 37mm gun. Every now and then one of their heavy tank shells or high-velocity 88s would hit one of our light tanks and smash it. The wounded would crawl out, and those who could walk would carry or drag those who couldn't... In the afternoon, when we were finally ordered to withdraw, we had only 9 of 18 tanks left, and some of those were damaged. We took what wounded we could into the tanks and held them in our arms."


Killing (Coronet Magazine, 1944)

A World War Two article by a young Polish guerrilla who graphically explains what it is like to kill a man, an experience he abhors:

"...then all at once he gave a shiver and relaxed, I released my grip and he fell to the ground."

Should the Federal Government Fund Schools at All? (Literary Digest, 1921)

"'The public school system will become a vast political machine.' And this machine, it is charged, 'will give a Federal Administration the opportunity of creating an educational autocracy, really endangering the liberty of thought and information, which is a basic right of the people.'"

This article pertains to a bill that was before the Congress one hundred years ago that proposed the creation of a "Department of Education". The bill was defeated. The proposed legislation was enthusiastically supported by the National Education Association.


What Flappers Stood For (Flapper Magazine, 1922)

Here is a page listing everything that the Flappers adored and found worth getting up in the morning to pursue.


The Military Police in France (American Legion Weekly, 1923)

A genuinely funny reminiscence written by an anonymous Doughboy recalling his days as an M.P. in war-torn France during the First World War:

"Now that it is all over I wonder what did I gain from my experiences as an M.P. in the great Army of Newton Baker's Best?...Watching the dawn coming rosily up over snow-clad barracks roofs and rows of tents; informing careless privates, sergeants, lieutenants and even majors to 'button that there button'; listening to the dull bang-slamming of artillery barrages on crossroads; jotting down the names of high-spirited young men found in cafés at the wrong hours -such things aren't of much lasting value."

Click here to read an article about the sexually-transmitted diseases among the American Army of W.W. I - and the M.P.s in particular...

Who Pays the Bills Racked-Up in a Socialist State? (Literary Digest, 1894)

This article was written long before the crumbling Euro and the economic collapse of Greece, Spain, Portugal, Venezuela, East Germany and the USSR - it is an 1894 editorial that outlines why socialism cannot not work:

"He insists that all previous Social evolutions have meant an improvement in production and an increase in income, but the peculiarity of the Socialistic programme is that “it is to be not a money-making, but a money-spending evolution,” in which “everybody is to live a great deal better than he has been in the habit of living, and to have far more fun."

This 1946 article argued that Socialism is simply un-American...

The Battle Over History 100 Years Ago (Pathfinder Magazine, 1926)

What do you know: the same arguments existed in the 1920s, too...


Mexican Hatred of the United States (Literary Digest, 1912)

This article was penned in 1912 by a Mexican editorial writer who shared his countryman's deep distrust of American motives and believed that the United States is the "natural enemy" of Mexico:

"No other people can have less friendship for this hostile neighbor than the Mexicans."


''God and Alcoholics'' (Liberty Magazine, 1939)

"Somebody said The Lord's Prayer, and the meeting broke up. I walked three blocks to the subway station. Just as I was about to go down the stairs - BANG - It happened! I don't like that word miracle, but that's all I can call it. The lights in the street seemed to flare up. My feet seemed to leave the pavement. A kind of shiver went over me and I burst out crying...I haven't touched a drop since, and I've since set four other fellows on the same road."