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The Unspeakable Turk
Although the great issues of the war were decided, and victor...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Carol From Flanders
1914 In Flanders on the Christmas morn The trench...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sergeant York Of Tennessee
People will always differ as to what was the most remarkable ...

Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette
They knew they were fighting our war. As the months gr...

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

The Call To Arms In Our Street

There's a woman sobs her heart out,
With her head against the door,
For the man that's called to leave her,
--God have pity on the poor!
But it's beat, drums, beat,
While the lads march down the street,
And it's blow, trumpets, blow,
Keep your tears until they go.

There's a crowd of little children
That march along and shout,
For it's fine to play at soldiers
Now their fathers are called out.
So it's beat, drums, beat;
And who will find them food to eat?
And it's blow, trumpets, blow,
Oh, it's little children know.

* * * * *

There's a young girl who stands laughing,
For she thinks a war is grand,
And it's fine to see the lads pass,
And it's fine to hear the band.
So it's beat, drums, beat,
To the fall of many feet;
And it's blow, trumpets, blow,
God go with you where you go.


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