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Bombing Metz
ADAPTED FROM THE ACCOUNT WRITTEN BY RAOUL LUFBERY In Janua...

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

Duty
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man...

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

America Comes In
We are coming from the ranch, from the city and the mine, ...

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

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

The Tommy
John Masefield, the English writer, says, St. George did not ...

The Secret Service
The United States did not declare war till nearly three years...

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

Vive La France 1
The determination of the people of Alsace and Lorraine not ...

To Villingen--and Back
Very remarkable in the world struggle for liberty was the eag...

Blocking The Channel
Bruges is an important city of Belgium made familiar to Ameri...

Nations Born And Reborn
In America, and in many other countries, people have listened...

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

The Turning Of The Tide
A division of marines and other American troops were rushed t...

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

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

I Knew You Would Come
We are all very proud that America was permitted to have a sh...

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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