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Nov. 21,1917.
PENNSYLVANIA’S
NATURALIZED CITIZENS
EXTRACTS FROM - ADDRESS OF
JUDGE JOS. BUFFINGTON
Os the United States Court, Pitts
burg, Pa.
Today there are fourteen and a half
millions of men in America of foreign
birth; there are fourteen millions the
children of those of foreign birth. A
census recently takep of a plant in
this state Shows twenty-live thousand
workmen of foreign birth. Os these
ten thousand came from the Central
Powers. Os that ten thousand, four
teen hundred are naturalized citizens.
These facts and figures may startle
those who do not know the foreign
born, but to those of us who know
them they cause no alarm. Almost a
quarter of the foreign-born who come
to the United States have latterly
made Pennsylvania their home. Wil
liam Penn was the first founder who
brought to his colony men of different
races. These different races have
helped - build up this state, they have
brought homes in it, have their chil
dren in our schools, and Pennsylvania
• knows the foreign-born, believes in the
foreign-born, and today we have a mil
lion and a half of them among us.
In the twenty-five years I have been
a United States judge I have been
brought, through these naturalization
courts, into close touch with the for
eign-born, have learned to understand
them, have believed in them, and have
always said that when war faced us
that these foreign-born men would
proVe themselves Americans. The crux
is hot the fact of the hyphen, but
whether the man's heart is at the
American end of the hyphen. I have
signed the decrees making thousands
and thousands of them citizens, and I
am always glad when one of them
comes to me and tells me 1 made him a
citizen. In these anxious times, when
there are fears among our foreign
born citizens of internment, or impris
onment, or some hardship, these men
have been coming to me for advice.
I am telling them how far they can
keep from the line by simply being
loyal to the flag and to America. When
a man is driving along a precipice, he
tries to drive as far away from the
edge as’ he can.
My advice to every foreign-born man
who comes to me will be: Put a flag
at your door, another on your coat, and
abvoe all keep one in your heart. If
yod do, you will stand four-cquare as
countrymen of Washington and Lin
coln, and no nation has ever loved any
leader, be he king or kaiser, sultan or
czar, as all nations today love George
Washington and Abraham Lincoln.
In following their loyal footsteps no
man of any race can go astray.
WARANDPOETRY
The emotional stress under which our
soldier boys are laboring often breaks out
in poetry—sometimes of a romantic,
sometimes of a heroic type. An example
follows:
THE BEST OF ALL.
Tonight as 1 lay adreaming
Beneath the Georgia skies—
A vision roils before me
And brings moisture to my* eyes.
I see a dear face wrinkled.
And a wisp of silver hair;
It’s a vision of my mother, dear.
There’s no memory half so fair.
Again I seem a/tavrefoot lad.
When I nestlbd in her arms.
She used to dress my old stubbed toes
While she told me of the harms.
That wandered in this wide, wide world
For just such boys as me.
And she told me of her fervent prayers
Os the man she hoped I’d be.
So now I’m writing to her.
For I know 'twill bring her joy
Just to tell her that I love her,
And I’m still her same old boy.
LEO L. CARROLL,
Co. D, 10th Pa. Inf, Augusta, Ga.
Some have thought this was peculiar to
this present war. But the poem print
ed below gives indication that also in
the Civil War some expressed themselves
in poetry.
REVEILLE.
(This poem was written by Michael
O’Connor, a sergeant in the One Hundred
and Fortieth Regiment of New York Vol
unteers, who died at Potamac Station,
Va., December 28, 1862, aged 25 years.
The morning is cherry, my boys, arouse!
The dew shines bright on the chestnut
boughs,
And the sleepy mist on the river lies,
Though the east is flushing with crimson
dyes.
Awake! awake! awake!
O’er filed and wood and brake,
With glories newly born
Comes on the blushing morn.
Awake! awake!
You have dreamed of homes and friends
all night;
You* have' basked in your sweetheart’s
smiles so bright;
Come, part with them all foj’ a while
again—
Be lovers in dreams; when awake, be men.
Turn out! turn out! turn out!
You have dreamed full long, I x know.
Turn out! turn out! turn out!
The east is all aglow.
Turn out! turn out!
From every valley and hill there come
The clamoring voices of fife and drum;
And out in the fresh, cool morning air
The soldiers are swarming everywhere.
Fall in! fall in! fall in!
Every man in his place.
Fall in! fall in! fail in!
Each with a cheerful face.
Fall in! fall in!
Former Premier Clemenceau, of France,
is again premier and has formed a new
cabinet, due to the downfall of the Pain
leve ministry.
TRENCH AND CAMP
THE MARRIED MAN WHO WOULD BE A SOLDIER
(BY SOPHIE IRENE LOEB.)
(Copyright, by The Press Publishing Co.
The New York Evening World.)
A woman signing “Mrs Brokenhearted''
writes to me as follows:
“As a reader of your worthy paper, I
am taking the liberty of asking you to
give your opinion. I am the mother of
two children and have been one of the
happiest women until several days ago.
"Ever since my husband has read the
casualty lists of our boys fighting over
in France, he seem to be living as in a
trance, and all he keeps saying to me is
‘lf I only had some money to leave you
for the children and your support so I
could go help my country I'd be sb hap
py.'
“Now, please do not class me as a
slacker, for if my-children were not so
young maybe I could learn some trade
even now, so as to earn my living.
“What can I do in a case such as mine?
My children are too young to be given
in a day nursery, and I don't know any
occupation.
"Please don’t lay this aside, but let me
have a little advice or your opinion on
this matter through your column.’’
My Opinion, dear woman, is that your
husband needs to do a little reflecting.
While it- is laudable to be patriotic,' and
we deplore slackers, yet there is some
thing almost bigger than wanting to go
to war; and that is to put aside a man's
natural desire to take his place, at the
front, in view of the responsibility of
those dependent on him.
He must needs realize that if he left his
loved ones inadequately provided they
would not only become charges on the
community but might suffer as possible
HOW SOLDIERS MAY
SAVEJWONEY
There a,re several classes of men in
camp who should be interested in the
above subject.
(1) —There is the man- with dependents
at home. These should be urged by ev
ery possible means to send money home
that loved ones may not suffer.
(2) —There are those who have savings
or checking accounts in home banks, or
who are paying on a home or some other
worthy investment. Means should be
provided by which their money trans
actions could be facilitated.
(3) —There are those with no savings
soldiers who have never formed the habit
of saving. These should be encouraged
at once in order that after the war they
may have the financial basis for busi
ness prosperity.
(4) —There is the good fellow who
watches quarters, shoots craps, plays
poker, or spends his money recklessly in
unprofitable diversions.
There are numberless ways in which
a man may save his cash.
He may deposit with the paymaster $5
per month, or mutiples of $5 00, this
amount to be returned and paid with in
terest upon the soldier's discharge.
He may deposit with his paymaster,
$4,30, which at the end of five years will
be paid back with interest.
He may buy p.ostoffice money - orders
at a reasonable rate, or deposit in the
postal savings fund.
He may buy Liberty fbonds on easy
terms which may be learned of his com
manding officer.
He may buy express money orders at
any Y. M. C. A. building.
Furthermore the Y. M. C. A. is at
present trying to secure some help from
the Clearing House Association of Au
gusta, by which cash will be paid, or col
lection made on personal checks. In this
matter a certain amount of caution is re
quired and the banks are not always
willing to cash checks.
he Fulled up the
BARBEDJ/VIRE
(Harrisburg Patriot )
Let us take Sergeant Cosgrove first.
His feat was performed at Gallipoli. In
readinfl his story you must bear in mind
that there was no need for him..to.act-as
he did. He might have stayed where he
was and still done his duty, as many an
other did the same day.
It happened, when the British were at
tacking the Turks, that they ran up
against some of those barbed-wire entan
glements which no instrument then
known seemed to be able to cut. So close,
too, were the trenches at that time that
the artillery could not be brought into
action because of the danger of hitting
our own men. Raid after raid had been
made, but all to no effect. The wire
“cutters failed every time. Finally, Serge
ant Cosgrove hit on a plan of his own.
Ordering his men to remain in their
trench until such time as they should
teceive his signal to attack, he himself
stepped coolly over the parapet and
walked across “No Man’s Land.’’
He was a big man, and strong with the
muscle of Munster, or he could never
have accomplished what he did. For,
laying hold of the stakes which held the
wires in place, he heaved them bodily
out of the ground. Finishing one, he
ran to another. The Turks were busy
“potting” him all the time. They hit
him, but still he went on. Out came more
stakes. He had cleared one hundred
yards, >nd then came his long-looked-for
signal. With the ground prepared for
them, his men rushed through, and suc
ceeded where for ’ days they had failed.
By some miracle, their sergeant survived.
v7r7tE~TO~ MOTHER.
When the sun has gone to rest
And the dark steals o’er the sky,
Soldier boy! Write to Mother!
Dry the tear that's in her eye.
When you’ve crossed the deep blue sea,
And you meet the Prussian foe,
Soldier boy! Write to Mother!
Write to her! She wants to know.
When your sweetheart has forgotten,-
And you feel morose and sore
Soldier boy! Write to Mother!
No one else thinks of you more.
When all your friends from you have
parted.
And you can’t think what to do
Soldier boy! Write to Mother!
For I know she still loves you.
—S. E. Franklin, 102 d Field Bakery.
objects of charity, the weight of which
might be more crushing than the enemy
he would destroy.
After all what are we fighting for, it if
is not for democratic independence which
in the last analysis is the direct bcne.fit
for the immediate home circle?
No, my dear woman, the men with de
pendents have been wisely delegated to
care for the dependents which not only is
a natural duty but becomes a patriotic
duty as well in time of war. It is just
as soldier-like to conserve the welfare of
those at home and battle for the liveli
hood of little ones as it is to go forth in
the fight of armies.
What if every man felt as your husband
does? The country would not only be
in a position of fostering such families
but financing them as well, and until this
is deemed absolutely necessary the real
patriot will submerge his fighting spirit
and stand by those who cannot defend
themselves. Leastwise such a Sacrifice
to become a soldier is not yet imperative.
Besides there are many, many things
a man can do to aid his country and re
main at home a« well. While the spirit
of conservation is in the air, he can con
serve his resources and those of his fam
ily so that less will be needed by them and
more can go to win the war.
Sometimes it takes more bravery to
faithfully face the burden of life than
to face the battles at the front. The great
test after all as to patriotism and each
doing his share for his country is in the
individual conscience. That is the an
swer.
If your husband feels that he has not
done enough let him look about; there is
much more to do right around him. Cer
tainly enough that he can feel as much of
a soldier as the man with the gun.
PRAISE FROM
VISCOUNT BRYCE
“The Young Men’s Christian Associa
tion,” General Kuhn declared, “now en
jbys for the first time aquas posi
tion in the machinery of the War Depart
ment, This position has been won by
real service, by welfare work among the
soldiers. In this work of building up the
morale of the soldiers through social, rec
reational and religious work the Y. M.
C. A. and other similar organizations are
pre-eminently successful. It is for this
reason that they are welcomed in our
army camps here and abroad.”
THE SLACKER
By CHARLES ALEXANDER RICHMOND
(Based on an -incident of the trenches,
told by the “Tommies” on the Western
front.)
We buried 'im once at the bank o’ the
Somme,
And twice—but ’e wouldn’t stay,
For the Boches. was droppin’ a burstin’
bomb,
An’ inockin’ the bank away.
Then ’e come strugglin’ out o’ ’is tomb,
Stretchin’ ’is lands, from the clay.
The Tommies got used to seein’ ’im round
An' passed 'im the time o’ day.
But when we was puttin’ ’im under
ground—
The guns beginnin’ to play—
The old feller waggle 'is ’ead and frowned
As if he was livin’ to say:
“Ye may bury me 'ere till kindom come,
But back in the fight I’ll be.
My 'ahds are slack an’ my lips are dumb
An’ dead eyes nevcf can see; ,
But the slinkin’ slacker as rots at ’ome
Is a deader corpse than me.”
“A JOY PRINGER.”
Private S. S. Rosenthal, of the old 13th
Infantry, now a patient in the Base Hos
pital, has contributed a poem to this is
sue of Trench and t’amp and in submit
ting the manuscript, he says: "I hope
to have the pleasure of seeing it in our
little Trench and Camp, or in other words,
the Joy Bringer of Camp, if that’s the
way all the boys feel about the paper, the
editors have reason to be greatly encour
aged in their efforts.
TO MOTHER-RACK HOME.
Sometimes When I do think
How far we are apart,
I get a little aching—
A teasing at my heart.
1 feel a wee bit lumpiness
A-choking at my throat.
No written word can ease my pain
That ever has been wrote.
My eyes they long to see you.
My arms ache to embrace;
Tears chase each other from my eyes
And go stealing down my face.
They ease my eyelids’ aching,
But naught can cure the smart,
Only you yourself can stop the pain
That’s teasing at my heart.
—S. SYDNEY ROSENTHAL,
Base Hospital.
Os the Ohl 13th INFANTRY.
“ONLY A VOLUNTEER.”
Why didn’t I wait to be drafted,
And be led to the train by a band;
And put in a claim for exemption.
Oh, why did I hold both hands?
Why didn’t I wait to be cheered?
For the drafted men get all the credit,
While I merely volunteered..
Nobody gave me a banquet.
Nobody said a kind word,
The puff of the engine, the grind of the
wheels,
Was all the good-bye I heard.
When off to the training camp we
marched,
To be trained for the next half year,
And in tile scuffle —forgotten,
1 was only a- volunteer.
And perhaps seme day in the future.
And my ‘little boy sits on my knee,
And asks what I did in the great war,
And his wise eyes peer up at me.
I will have to look back into those eyes
That at me so trustingly peer.
And tell him that 1 wasn't drafted,
I was only a volunteer.
—S. L. B. (Bud).
SMILE.
It is easy enough to be pleasant
When life flows by like a song;.
But the man worth while
Is the man who can' smile
When everything goes dead wrong.
THE PRESIDENT URGES
BIBLE READING
The New Testament which the
Scripture Gift Mission has prepared
for our soldiers at the front opens with
a message from President Wilson.
The society, which has distributed
about 20,000,000 Testaments and Gos
pel portions among the soldiers of Eu
•rope so far in the struggle, now issues
an edition of 27,000 for the American
boys. Besides inspiration and comfort
Lite men are assured they will draw
much else from reading the Bible.
This is the Presidentos admonition:
“The Bible is the Word of Life. I
beg that you will read it and find this
out for yourselves-—read, not little
snatches here and there, but long pass
ages that will really be the road to
the heart of it. ,
"You will not on’y find it full of real
men and women, but. also of things you
have wondered about and been troubled
about all yctir life, as nxen have been
always, and the more you read the
more it will become plain to you what
things are worth while and what are
not; what things make men happy—
loyalty, right dealings, speaking the
truth, readiness to give everything foi
what they think their duty, and, most
of all) the wish that they may have
the real approval of the Christ, who
gave everything for them; and the
things thab are guaranteed to make
men unhappy—selfishness, cowardice,
greed, and everything that is low and
mean.
“When you have read the Bible you
will know that it is the Word of God.
because you will have foun-d it the key
to your own heart, your own happiness,
ftnd your own duty.
“WOODROW WILSON.’’
(From the American Field Service Bul
letin, Paris.)
You may talk about your vultures
When you’re sitting round the quarters.
But when it comes to getting blesses in,
Take a little tip from me.
Let those heavy motors be,
1-in your faith to Henry F.’s old Hunka
Tin.
Give her essence and Beau,
Crank her up and let her go.
You back firin’, spark foulin’ Hunka Tin.
The paint is not so good,
And no doubt you’ll find the hood
Will rattle like a boiler shop en route;
The cooler's sure to boil,
And perhaps she’s leakin’ oil,
Then oftentimes the horn declines to
toot.
But when the night is black,
And there’s blesses to take hack.
And they hardly give you time to take
a smoke,
It’s mighty good to feel,
When you’re sitting at the wheel,
She’ll be running when the bigger cars
are broke.
After all the wars are past,
Ard we re taken home at last.
To our reward of which the preacher
sings.
When the ukulele sharps
Will be strumming golden harps.
And the aviators all have reg’lar wings.
When the Kaiser is in hell.
With the furnace drawing'well,
Baying- for his million different kinds
of sin.
If they're running short of coal,
Show me how to teach the bole.
And I'll <-ast a few loads down with
Hunka Tin.
Y.es, Tin, Tin. Tin,
You exasperating puzzle, Hunka Tin,
I’v’e abused you and I’ve flayed yon,
But, by Henry Ford who made you,
You are better than a Packard,
Hunka Tin.
NOT AT THE FRONT.
A patriotic- young lady, seeing a man
milking a now, and filled with a desire
to enlist one more recruit, asked: “Young
man, how is it that you are not at the
front ?”
“Because, ma’am," answered the milk
er, ‘“here ain’t no milk at that end.”
Sergeant Robt. L. Rockwell, of Cin
cinnati, has been cited in orders and
awarded the French ( ross of War for
bringing-down a German machine, lie
is a member of the Lafayette Esca
drille. ...
YOUR UNCLE SAM.
(Tune of The Old Grey Mare.)
"Your old Uncle Sam is
Fighting for liberty,
Fighting for liberty,
Fighting for liberty,
Your old Uncle Sam is
Fighting for liberty,
Fighting with gun and hoe.
CHORUS.
After the tricky foe
Over the trench we go,
And the Stars and Strines will
Wave over Germany,
Wave over Germany,
Wave over Germany.
The Stars and Stripes will
Wave over Germany,
Come and join the show.
The Sams and the Tommies they
All talk the parlez vous,
All talk the parlez vous,
Ah talk the parlez vous.
The Sams and the'Tommies they
All talk the parlez vous,
Layirg the Kaiser low.
O, your old Uncle Sam is
Coming right back of you,
. Coining right back of you,
Coming right back of you,
Your Untie Sam is
Coming right back of you,
No matter where you go.
For your old Uncle Sam is
Just what he used to be,
.lust what he used to be,
Just what be used to be.
Your old Uncfe Sam is
Just what lee used to be,
A hundred years ago.
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