An admiration of my sketch would prompt me to give it away.

I had something that nobody else could acquire - the north in my blood.

Of spirits. O.U.I.J.A.

From The Werewolves by Wilfred Campbell

Of human hate and lust.

With demon, wolfish girdles

And bound their mortal dust

They fled from courts and convents,

Made Europe one black fen.

The O.S.A. Spring Exhibition was a public disaster for us, - you should be fighting in the trenches, was the comment

Who in the far dark-ages

They are the souls of men

All through this hideous journey

1916 Poplar Point, Rock, Sun #tt1916

The mechanized god of war has outraced the right of man to live

My journal entry for June 18th, 1917 https://wp.me/p2YBXq-1g6

Look at my art, you should feel that I am still around.

Annie Fraser always thought I had something going for Daphne Crombie

I don't talk much. I would rather sit on the floor, back against the wall, playing my mandolin.

1916 Algonquin Park http://t.co/TlgEl5OfUf #tt1916 http://t.co/u26uV8bd22