Mercantile jealousy is excited, and both inflames, and is itself inflamed, by the violence of national animosity.
I got drafted into the army and by pure chance was pushed into a silk-screen shop at this camp where I was, because they could not get training posters fast enough out of a central source in Washington, D. C. So they set up their own shop to print training posters: how to dismantle a machine gun, etc.