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War StoriesEdith CavellAmericans are particularly interested in the story of Edith... Marshal Foch A Great German philosopher said many years ago that history... Why We Fight Germany Because of Belgium, invaded, outraged, enslaved, impoverish... A Belgian Lawyer's Appeal One of the great lawyers of Belgium in behalf of the member... Birdmen Although I am an American, I am still in the French aviatio... The God In Man A soldier on the firing step, aiming at the enemy, is sudde... At School Near The Lines The boys and girls in America have listened with great inte... General Pershing In April, 1917, a small group of men in civilian dress clim... The Shot Heard Round The World On April 19, 1775, was fired "the shot heard round the worl... The Beast In Man A German leader once said, "The oldest right in the world i... The Torch Of Valor The torch of valor has been passed from one brave hand to a... Defense Of LiÉge To Germany's unfair and treacherous proposal that Belgium b... They Shall Not Pass The caves described in the Arabian Nights are not more wond... When Germany Lost The War No man knows exactly when and where the three and twenty al... Let Us Save The Kiddies At 12:20 noon, on Saturday, May 1, 1915, there steamed out ... The Destruction Of Louvain More than one hundred years ago, Napoleon, the famous Frenc... Daring The Undarable We are thirty in the hands of Fate And thirty-one wi... The Case Of Serbia But Belgium is not the only little nation that has been att... The Queen's Flower On July 25, 1918, nearly every person in Washington, the ca... Bacilli And Bullets Sir William Osler, one of the greatest medical men in the w... |
A Ballad Of French RiversOf streams that men take honor in The Frenchman looks to three, And each one has for origin The hills of Burgundy; And each has known the quivers Of blood and tears and pain-- O gallant bleeding rivers, The Marne, the Meuse, the Aisne. Says Marne: "My poplar fringes Have felt the Prussian tread, The blood of brave men tinges My banks with lasting red; Let others ask due credit, But France has me to thank; Von Kluck himself has said it: I turned the Boche's flank!" Says Meuse: "I claim no winning, No glory on the stage; Save that, in the beginning I strove to save Liége. Alas! that Frankish rivers Should share such shame as mine-- In spite of all endeavors I flow to join the Rhine!" Says Aisne: "My silver shallows Are salter than the sea, The woe of Rheims still hallows My endless tragedy. Of rivers rich in story That run through green Champagne, In agony and glory, The chief am I, the Aisne!" Now there are greater waters That Frenchmen all hold dear-- The Rhone, with many daughters, That runs so icy clear; There's Moselle, deep and winy, There's Loire, Garonne and Seine. But O the valiant tiny-- The Marne, the Meuse, the Aisne! CHRISTOPHER MORLEY. * * * * * A river is the most human and companionable of all inanimate things. It has a life, a character, a voice of its own; and is as full of good-fellowship as a sugar-maple is of sap. It can talk in various tones, loud or low; and of many subjects, grave or gay. HENRY VAN DYKE. FOOTNOTES: [6] COPYRIGHT BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY Next: Bacilli And Bullets Previous: The Russian Revolution
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