Broad fieldsnot hot, paved streets, full o' rushin' motor cars wi' death under their wheels for the wee bairns.

In all of these places and streets the eye is never shocked by the dilapidated huts of misery.

It was a close call for every one concerned, but a much closer call for Ghent; for had those German soldiers been murdered by civilians in the city streets no power on earth could have saved the city from German vengeance.

For every blooded horse one meets, Or clever mare he passes, He finds in all the city streets A score of brainless asses.

"It is a winter day in a great citythere are buildings an' crowds an' busy streets an' sleet'in the bitter wind.