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A Congressional Message
FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE...

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

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

The United States Marines
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setti...

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

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

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...

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

When The Tide Turned
THE AMERICAN ATTACK AT CHATEAU-THIERRY AND BELLEAU WOOD IN TH...

U S Destroyer _osmond C Ingram_
If you were standing on the deck of a patrol boat watching fo...

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

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

The Lost Battalion
On December 24, 1918, Lieutenant Colonel Charles W. Whittlese...

The First To Fall In Battle
During the trench warfare, it was customary to raid the enemy...

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

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

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

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

Alsace-lorraine
On slight pretext, Germany in 1864 and in 1866 had made wars ...



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.

W. M. LETTS.





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