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In Memoriam
[THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918] Ring out, wild bells, ...

Why The United States Entered The War
The United States was slow to enter the war, because her peop...

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

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....

President Wilson In France
On December 14, 1918, President Wilson arrived in Paris. He ...

Just Before The Tide Turned
On the 27th of last May the Germans broke through the French ...

The Little Old Road
There's a breath of May in the breeze On the little ol...

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

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

Harry Lauder Sings
Harry Lauder, an extremely popular Scotch singer and entertai...

Waiting For The Flash
Not at once can the mind grasp the full significance of the w...

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

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

Redeemed Italy
Italy, since 1860 at least, has cherished the dream that some...

The Kaiser's Crown
(VERSAILLES, JANUARY 18, 1871) The wind on the Thames ...

November 11 1918
Sinners are said sometimes to repent and change their ways at...

After-days
When the last gun has long withheld Its thunder, and i...

Fighting A Depth Bomb
All who have read of the sinking of the Lusitania, by a torpe...

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



In Memoriam






[THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918]

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow--
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes and foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

TENNYSON.





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