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across the country and across the Nation, we
once again pay tribute to Our men in uniform.
The loss of life and human suffering caused
by war can never be restored, we can, how
ever, show in pur deeds and thoughts, that
we are humble and grateful to all of these
men who strive to keep America free, We
should all give a silent prayer that we
shall have a permanent Armisticel For those
who have a flag, let’s especially put them
on display on this of all days. In our
remembrance of this day, one item .stands
out above all others; .
IN FLANDEPvS FIELDS
JOHN MCIIAE
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between.the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heal’d amid the guns below.
we are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and.were.loved, and now we.lie,
IN Flanders fields. . • ;
Take up your quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold if ‘high.
If ye break faith with us" who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
THE M/JCEHS OF THE FLAG
This morning, as I passed into the Land
Office, the Flag dropped me a most cordial
salutation, and from its rippling folds I
heard it say: Good morning, Mr. Flag-maker".
" I beg your pardon, Old Glory,'1 I said,
"aren't you mistaken? I am not the President
of the United States, nor a member of
Congress, nor even a general in the army.
I am only a government clerk." I greet you
again, Mr. Flag-maker," replied the gay voia
voice; "I know you well. You are the man
who worked in the swelter of yesterday
straightening out the tangle of that farmer^
homestead in Idaho, or perhaps you found the
mistake in that Indian contract in Oklahoma,
or helped to clear that patent for the hope
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lul inventor in New York, or pushed the open
ing of that new ditch in Colorado, or made
that mine Illinois more safe, or* brought
relief to the old soldier in Wyoming. No
matter; whichever one of these beneficent
individuals you may happen to be, I give you
greeting, Mr. Flag-maker. I was about to pass
on, when the Flag stopped me with these words
“Yesterday .the * resident spoke a word that
made happier the future of ten million peons
in Mexico; but that act looms no larger on
the flag than the struggle which the boy in
Georgia is making to win the Corn Club prize
this summer.
“Yesterday the Congress spoke a word which
will open the door of Alaska; but a Mother
in Michigan worked from sunrise until far intc
the night to give, her boy an education. She,
too, is making the Flag.
Yesterday we made a new law to prevent •-.
ifinancial panics, and yesterday, maybe, a
school teacher in Ohio taught his first letter
to a :boy who will one day. write a song that
give cheer to the millions of our race •
..e are all making the Flag." "But,“ I said
impatiently, “.these people were only work
ingThen came a great shout from the flag:
“The work that we do is the making of the
Flag.
am n°t.the Flag; not at all I am but its .
shadow.
j HI am whatever you make me; nothing more .
UI am your belief in yourself, your dream of
what a people may become.
"I live a changing life, a life of moods and
pasaions, of heartbreaks and tired muscles.
’'Sometimes I am strong with pride, when men
ido an honest work, fitting the rails together
truly.
"Sometimes I droop, for then purpose has gone
;from me, and cynically I play the coward.
:"Sometimes I am loud, garish and full of that
lego that blasts judgement.
k^But always I am all that you hope to be and
have the courage to try for.
"I am song and fear, struggle and panic, and
Ennobling hope.
!"I am the day’s work of the weakest men and
the largest dream of the most daring,
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