So far as thought may peer into the past, the epic of our solar system began with a great catastrophe. Two suns met. What had been, ceased; what was to be, arose. Fatal to both progenitors, the event dated a stupendous cosmic birth.

War is a survival among us from savage times and affects now chiefly the the boyish and unthinking element of the nation.

In the great desert of northern Arizona the traveller, threading his way across a sage-brush and cacti plain shut in by abrupt-sided shelves of land rising her…

That Mars is inhabited by beings of some sort or other we may consider as certain as it is uncertain what these beings may be.