The Swords of Wisdom are rather like the Knights Templar, except that where the latter pinion their founding aspirations to the architectural handiwork of an old Hebrew philanderer, the former dream of a mysterious snake in the woods. Still, it’s good to know that in these days of long rifles and sharpened teeth, someone’s running around saving fair damsels and slaying dragons (or would slay dragons, I am assured, if we had any left). I for one would be willing to front ten Baltimore dollars to any Rotarian who needed money to equip himself in order to go join them.
– H.L. Mencken, “Ohio and Parts West”