One hundred years ago, The Rudder, published in New York, was writing about pirates. Apparently they were just as much in evidence then as they are today, but on his editorial page, Round the Clubhouse Fire, Thomas Day was of the opinion that pirates of even older times were sailors worthy of at least some praiseworthy recognition. He refers to "the fine old times, when jails were few and pirates plenty. Grand days those, when if you wanted anything and had the powder and ball you could go and get it . . . when people mixed Religion and Rum in equal quantities and swallowed the discourses of the pulpit and the contents of the bottle without feeling the worse for it.
"After a life of active, glorious rascality, all you had to do was to settle down in some seaside town and put a brass knocker on the door, and wear a frilled shirt, and all was forgiven, if not forgotten.
"What you did not do, and what you were not, was charitably chiseled on your gravestone, and your neighbors spoke of you as the respectable Captain Cutpurse who came from nobody knew what and went to nobody knew where."
Yes, indeed, those were the days when men were men — and editors were men, too.
Today's ThoughtIt's when pirates count their booty that they become mere thieves.
— Bolitho, Twelve Against the Gods
TailpieceNo matter how much you push the envelope, it will always remain stationery.
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