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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. ga I L * V \V I IP I Page 9