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

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

The United States At War--at Home
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The Call To Arms In Our Street
There's a woman sobs her heart out, With her head agains...

At The Front
What one soldier writes, millions have experienced. At f...

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

Blocking The Channel
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The Yank
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Sergeant York Of Tennessee
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A Boy Of Perugia
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The Lost Battalion
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Song Of The Aviator
(This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M....

U S Destroyer _osmond C Ingram_
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Harry Lauder Sings
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The First To Fall In Battle
During the trench warfare, it was customary to raid the enemy...

America Enters The War
SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ...

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

The Quality Of Mercy
There is an old saying, Like king, like people, which means t...

The Thirteenth Regiment
The World War has shown clearly that all peoples are not alik...



Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette






They knew they were fighting our war.
As the months grew to years
Their men and their women had watched
through their blood and their tears
For a sign that we knew, we who could not
have come to be free
Without France, long ago. And at last
from the threatening sea
The stars of our strength on the eyes
of their weariness rose;
And he stood among them,
the sorrow strong hero we chose
To carry our flag to the tomb
of that Frenchman whose name
A man of our country could once more
pronounce without shame.
What crown of rich words would he set
for all time on this day?
The past and the future were listening
what he would say--
Only this, from the white-flaming heart
of a passion austere,
Only this--ah, but France understood!
Lafayette, we are here.

AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR.

[Illustration: Lafayette, We Are Here! The immortal tribute of
General John J. Pershing at the grave of the great Frenchman. Notice
the difference between the American and French salutes.]





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