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The Miner And The Tiger
On an October day in 1866, David Lloyd George, then a little ...

Where The Tide Turned
It is the general impression that the tide of victory set in ...

Bombing Metz
ADAPTED FROM THE ACCOUNT WRITTEN BY RAOUL LUFBERY In Janua...

The Yank
The boche went into the war as a robber, the poilu as a crusa...

Four Soldiers
THE BOCHE The boche was chiefly what his masters made him....

The Poilu
The soldier of France, the poilu, is a crusader. He is fight...

Joyce Kilmer
The first poet and author in the American army to give up his...

United States Day
United States Day was celebrated in Paris on April 20, 1918. ...

The Capture Of Dun
After the Americans had cleared the Saint Mihiel salient, Mar...

The United States At War--at Home
When any nation declares war, it immediately brings upon itse...

The Soldiers Who Go To Sea
If the army or the navy ever gaze on Heaven's scenes, Th...

The United States At War--in France
Adapted with a few omissions and changes in language from the...

The Really Invincible Armada
The northern coast of Scotland is about as far north as the s...

A Boy Of Perugia
In the year 1500, Raphael was a boy of eighteen in Perugia wo...

The Call To Arms In Our Street
There's a woman sobs her heart out, With her head agains...

The Tommy
John Masefield, the English writer, says, St. George did not ...

To Wish To Take Away One From The Immortal Glory Which Belongs
to the Allied armies, nor from the undying gratitude which we o...

Where Are You Going Great-heart?
Where are you going, Great-Heart, With your eager face...

Nations Born And Reborn
In America, and in many other countries, people have listened...

The Searchlights
Political morality differs from individual morality, because ...



America Comes In






We are coming from the ranch, from the city and the mine,
And the word has gone before us to the towns upon the Rhine;
As the rising of the tide
On the Old-World side,
We are coming to the battle, to the Line.

From the Valleys of Virginia, from the Rockies in the North,
We are coming by battalions, for the word was carried forth:
We have put the pen away
And the sword is out today,
For the Lord has loosed the Vintages of Wrath.

We are singing in the ships as they carry us to fight,
As our fathers sang before us by the camp-fires' light;
In the wharf-light glare,
They can hear us Over There
When the ships come steaming through the night.

Right across the deep Atlantic where the Lusitania passed,
With the battle-flag of Yankee-land a-floating at the mast
We are coming all the while,
Over twenty hundred mile,
And we're staying to the finish, to the last.

We are many--we are one--and we're in it overhead,
We are coming as an Army that has seen its women dead,
And the old Rebel Yell
Will be loud above the shell
When we cross the top together, seeing red.

KLAXTON.





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