Cheape,
the mists . .
. » Hank Gowdy, brav-
a RRR i
RRR ws
Major
. Tommy Armour,
Eddie Ricken-
Tony Wilding, Captain
stopping his last terrific
. into the darkness
but the war is
mists of years.
~Detroit News.
Those Last Hours
of the Great
Conflict
N THE darkness of that
I night of devastation, ti
of the World war, th
Eighty-ninth—by that
crack shock 4
bridged
under
teries
threw ii
third infantry
on Ir
! Perl
in America,
peaceful less
most of 1 like But
the combat men of the A. E, F.—God
he op n-—wil remove from
their seared memori of days
the thor 3 h “contact™ brings,
mustard
guns, the
plosive,
of action.
The
men went
Others ro
soil In agony {1 wounds they
earry until th unset day of
Put still
And then
change, fron
watch in
*heavies” i
Firing.” A little
had transferred {tse
Then came 11
It was the end!
rget!
those
wire, machine
the high ex-
havoe
ighting
again,
and
will
life.
pressed on,
rise
grass
f to the fu
o'clock and silence!
Four long years of
travail were And there the men
stood, “with their hands still clasped
on thelr empty gats and their thoughts
acorss the seas.” Mother, sweetheart,
wife—they would see them again!
Kansas Farmer,
over.
VIRGINIA'S TRIBUTE
Impressive memorial to her brave
sons, dedicated by the state of Virginia,
in the national capital at Richmond.
Memorial to the
Nation's War
Heroes
RLINGTON
to be
to be
was
a batt]
inst monument
of battle. There were
te rr:
ead a vast
dead from those
15 D0
nd the
onuments are often
ere are stones carved
brave words of dying
soldier,
magnificent
from the Unknown In
acement above
the river to the humble Vermont or
Iowa private brought with the other
shattered wreckage of the Wilderness
or the Rappahannock, could ask a
lovelier resting place, or more
peaceful Despite the cor
and coming the place is
quief—far probably, than {it
wag In the early days when Mr. Custis
used to allow the people of Washing.
ton to hold picnics down near the
river in Custis grove. No one dances
In Arlington now as they did {n those
days before Its somber glory had been
bestowed upon it. But one can wan-
der along shaded roads and paths and
be aware of the heavy march of his
tory, of exquisite natural beauty,
Of old, unhappy far-off things,
And battles long ago,
verry)
emt
one
stant going
of visitors,
quieter,
of yesterday's bereavement, and of
a pain so old that it has long since
ceased to be pain,
The visitor may pass In review
almost the whole history of the Re
public—pioneer days, for Arlington
was once a wilderness gold for a few
hogsheads of tobacco; Revolutionary
days; years of far-flung internecine
warfare, shaking the nation to its
foundations; records of fighting on
the western plaing and on the islands
of the Atlantie and Pacific oceans:
and finally, the sacrificial years of
1017 and 1918. But he will come back
to the tomb of the Unknown Soldier
with an unanswered question-—with
the question, indeed, which more than
any other In these latter days troubles
humanity. For there Is still space for
other valiant dust, ¥
In Memoriam
In grateful memory of the soldiers
who fought In the French and Indian
war; soldiers and sailors of the
American Revolution: heroes of the
War of 1812 and the Mexican war:
soldiers and sallors who fought In
the War for the Union, 1861-1805:
veterans of the Spanish-American war
nnd the World war; soldiers and
frontiersmen who fought In the In-
dian wars; and those hardy ploneer
men and women who endured danger
and privation and death by torture at
the hands of the savages, in order to
advance American civilization upon
this continent--we bow In reverence
Memorial day.~8t. Louis. Post-Dis.
pateh,
Marking the End
of War's | ong
Debauch
1 CADSR
cake-walking
behind
invalid
gure of
Concourse one
who was pushing an
chair in which was a stuffed fi
the kalser
The Pres!
antomobile
Ho e Dy cheering throngs
ceiun—the old Tiger of Fra
expressing his satisfaction of
French
hefore the
with victory:
dent's
and Mrs W
escorted to {he
ilson's
White
tory chamber,
Rome—wild
with cheers—an
lirious with joy
Happy, dancing, singing groups sil-
houetted around th npfires, and in
the villages behind th this
appeared In windows that had been
darkened throughout the war, welcom-
ing beams of yellow radiance invited
to warmth and comfort within, The
sound of popping corks in crowded
cafes and estaminets. All of It was
a part of that corridor of light across
war-torn Europe, the glow, the heat,
and the warmth, It was peace.
Washington Post. »
HEROISM REMEMBERED
1 Tokyo echo
allied world de.
'
ing
E
©& Car
3
i
!
¢ lines, lig
Soldiers’ and Sailors’ monument
towering above the Hudson river om
Riverside drive, New York
FORGOTTEN
)
NS
Ever green
The memory
Of those who
Rest in the
“Patriot graves
Of the nation.”
‘
Few Survivors of
Men Who Marched
in Youth's Vigor
S—————
Sixty-seven years ago a vallant and
victorious army marched in the hey-
day of its youth along the }
broad
stretches of Pennsyl avenue in
nies are
he Nati
Arlington, Va
President of
livers the pri
» rest in one
own sol
are Ir
of the Po
he Grand Army
numbered
partment
en, bos {
meeting
days of old:
heroes of the hou
Bo few ren
visualize what the immulable work-
ings of time have done to the G. A. R,
Bodies bent and broken, that old
spirit still survives—and will, too,
ill the last man only remains; to
turn out, some day, all by himself,
and lay a wreath and hoist the flag
over all his dead comrades
Britain Pays Honor to
War Heroes of America
Ceremonies which occupy several
hours mark Britain's public recognition
ica’s war dead takes place on Sunday.
The American ambassador places a
upon the tomb of England's
Unknown Soldier, in the Westminster
The American Legion post
American Overseas Memorial day
association members send wreaths,
Last year Rev. W. H. Garth, of St.
Martin's church, Islip, N, Y. assisted
Brookwood ceme.
where lie 455 of America’s H82
war dead In Dritigh soil, the formal
Memorial day exercises are held with
American and other military and
elvil notables present. All of these
graves are on that day decked with
the colors of the United States,
On Sunday, in
Birth of G. A. R.
The first post was organized at De
eatur, I, April 6, 18846, but the mem:
bership was slow in growing and
there were in 1870 only about 45.000
enrolled, From then until 1800,
though, the numbers steadily in.
creased and In the Intter year there
were 400480 members, Ten years
later death had cut the roll to 277,000
and by 1910 to 203,000,
Rofes for the Veterans
The mothers on the byways have looks
of yearning sadness,
And helmets by the stairways food
homes with memories;
A sense of loss on gay days subdues the
note of gladness,
While winter with its gray days moans
through the lonely trees.
scarlet poppies,
And gratitude on pay days reminds of
others’ loss;
Read “Christ in Flanders” Sundays and
pass around their copies,
Recall their boys in old days before
they faced the cross.
Plant roses by the highways for boys that manned the trenches,
Place stars along the skyways for aces of the clouds,
And maples cn the boulevards which grief with tears bedrenches;
Let cedars in lone graveyards guard those our love enshrouds,
A wreath float on the sea wide which o'er their graves is mourning;
Put lilies by the bedside of boys with limp and scar;
And help them at the crossways where crowds rush by in scorning,
And open all the doorways from which marred limbs debar.
Forgetme-nots strew always along the veterans’ marches,
And keep the tombs and memories of loyal heroes green;
So may the golden gateway, with glorious rainbow arches,
EBespan the veterans’ roadway that leads to the Unseen.
Nation’s Gold- Star Mothers
American gold-star mothers in France
for visits to the graves of sons who died
in the World war gave an impressive
background last year for the most ex-
tensive observance of Memorial day yet
Troops fired volleys in salute of the
lead at the American cemeteries through-
out France. Taps were sounded, and
dignitaries spoke. But the feature of the
day were the trips before and after the
ceremonies by the war mothers to the
graves of those they lost more than 11
years before,
At Suresnes cemetery, outside of Paris,
Ambassador Edge made the principal
eddress, referring to them 2s those “who
had given those who were dearest to them that others might live in
enjoyment of their liberty.”
“You mothers instilled into these young men the principles for which they
laid down their lives,” he said. “You taught them the fundamentals of loyalty,
courage, truth and vision. You with the fortitude which mothers throughout
the ages have mustered, held your heads high as you bade them good-by.
“Let us look upon the myriads of crosses,” he concn ded, “and realize with
oignant emotion the magnitude of our responsibility. We seem to see the
au Thierry, Belleau Wood, Tha yurt, St. Mihiel and the
; forward, forward: we seem to hear the great chorus of their
ng to us to carry on until mankind breaks through the shadows and
al peace dwells on earth.”
the full
Lesson of Memorial Dav
Memorial day is one of the most im-
pressive, most touching and most typically
American of the days we set apart. From
earliest childhood one remembers the
gathering of the old veterans, the march
under the warm spring sun and the grave-
yard where gay flowers and the bright
Stars and Stripes are placed at the head-
stones of the dead.
What hath this day deserved?
bas it done
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides of the calendar?
What
It is, indeed, an easier question for
Shakespeare so to ask than for the aver-
age person to answer. The day symbolizes so much sacrifice and recalls those
critical moments so rare in the history of a great nation that words and phrases
too often fail But if we cannot express all that the day embodies, we can let
it remind us that from the birth of the Republic there have always been men
and women who have so richly prized America that they were willing to give
up their all that America might survive.
1f the blessings of peace which these dead gained for us make similar sacri-
fices on our part unnecessary, they should not blind us to the suffering which
the soldiers of "61, '98 and "17 endured. Rather should they impel us to care
well for the country they prized so highly. Pride in their achievements may,
indeed, be ours on this day.
‘Their Deaths Not in Vain
An eagle's nest, befouled with the rem-
nants of dead thine, the relics of grim
slaughterings for the preservation of life
and comfort is an unsightly and unsavory
object, still from its squalor emerges in
due time the golden eagle, most glorious,
and grandest on the wing of all the birds.
So from all the tragedies and sorrows
of homes, fortunes and battlefields recalled
come the promise of a peace which is to
Wars.
It adds to the thankfulness to bear in
that those splendid ones whose
They whose loss we recall by no means died in vain, since they won the
Could we but hear them from their places of rest, they would doubtless be
Honor Both Blue and Gray
As Memorial day approaches and we
prepare to observe the beautiful custom
long since established of remembering the
heroic dead it is interesting to read the
account given by a leading newspaper of
the inauguration of that custom.
In an editorial written in 1877 we read:
“Preparations for observing Decoration
day were carried in this year upon a far
more extensive scale than ever before.
For three or four years attempts have
been made to effect a co-operation be-
tween the survivors of the Federal and the
Confederate armies and to insure an equal
honor to the remains of the deceased
Northern and Southern soldiers and sail.
ors. This year for the first time in history the veterans of both armies will
march together through the streets to strew with flowers the graves of those
who perished in the great war. Such an event marks a new epoch. It is the
apotheosis of the revieed feeling of brotherhood. There has been a great deal
of oratory on this subject and some charming verses have been written, but
now the banner of fraternity is flung to the brecze without hesitation and with
faith in public approval. The Blue and the Gray clasp hands sbove the tomb
of their fallen braves, and in the great future of this reunited country there is
to be no resurrection of sectional feuds and dead and buried bitterness,
“The past is forgotten, and the country’s future is everything. This is the
lesson and the era of reconciliation.”