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TRENCH AND CAMP
CAMP HANCOCK, Augusta, Ga.
EDITION,~II,OOO.
GEO. B. LANDuFand J. EDGAR
I’ROBYN, Editors.
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Y. M. C. A.
From the Office of The Augusta
Herald.
OUR BATTLE HYMN.
In another column is.an excellent and
inspiring article by a corporal in the
Headquarters Troop of the 101st U. S.
Cavalry. The writer is too modest to
mention his name, but he undoubtedly
represents the highest type of Chris
tian soldier in Camp Hancock. And
fortunately there are many of his kind
in Camp Hancock—-men who are deep
ly concerned about the higher things of
Ifc—who are entering this struggle
bouyed up by the finest of ideals,
strengthened by the purest of self-sac
rifice, if need be.
His suggestion is an excellent one.
No hymn is more universally sung.
No hymn rugs with the martial sprit
as does “Onward, Christian Soldiers,”
There is a dignity, a sweep of majesty
in the setting that enraptures and en
nobles any soul the least bit responsive
to emotion. We have heard it sung
by 20,000 people, and the effect was
tremendous. It has been sung in our
hearing by small gatherings and never
does it fail to impart virility and a
challenge to the holiest of impulses.
We heartily endorse the suggestion
that it be made the “Battle Hymn of
America,” even though two English
men wrote the words and music. Rev.
S. Baring-Gould is the author of the
verses and Sir Arthur Sullivan, whose
name has been immortalized in the
English-speaking world, gave us the
lofty cadences and soul-inspiring har
monies. What could be more fitting
now that we are linked arm in arm with
our cousins across the sea, than to
adopt from them what is undoubtedly
the greatest martial song known
among the English-speaking race.
What do you think about it? Write
to the editor expressing your thoughts.
BITS OF WISDOM.
He who has thought, feeling, expres
sion, imagination, action, charcter and
continuity, all in the largest amount and
highest degree, is the greatest poet.
A great advantage of riches is that
they enable one to escape so much good
advice. The rich are always advising
the poor, but the poor seldom venture
to return the compliment.
Wealth as well as poverty has its hard
ships—a species of isolation which limits
choice comradeships and in some circum
stances is very depressing; a suspicion
as to the motives of courtesies extended,
the sincerity of praise- given, and the
genuineness of friendship.
She commandeth her husband, in any
equal matter, by constantly obeying him.
TRENCH AND CAMP
Onward Christian Soldiers
"The Battle Hymn of America’’
WHY NOT?
America, foremost in the vanguard
of the world’s civilization, has chal
lenged the great Teutonic powers as
to whether might or right shall for
ever rule the nations of the world. We
have joined hands with the allied en
tente and agreed that every ounce of
American brawn, skill, resources, men
and blood shall be consecrated to the
great cayse of Democracy, and that
nothing shall be left undone to bring
victory and peace to mankind.
Soldiers of America ! Sdldiers of De
mocracy everywhere! We have a gi
gantic task before us. Do you believe
that" it can be done in our Own
strength? Maybe it can, w but even the
kaiser, in his hypocritical, diabolical
way has seen that he has run his race
and for over two years has been say
ing, “Me und Gott.’ " He has seen how
helpless he has been in Ins own
strength but has been too conceited to
catch the right spirit of request. Let
America then take the cue from its
>. reat deliverer of the Civil War, Abra
ham Lincoln, and answer, “No, not as
we would have God be with us, bt’i
rather as we would be with God.”
Our great president has outlined,
America’s policy and declared to the
Teutonic powers that we seek nothing
but justice to the oppressed and an as
surance of Everlasting Peace, with the
downfall of Autocracy. Can those
words mean anything but that we have
a righteous cause—that we are the in
piration of our allies —that we are in
a war for world freedom —that we are
the reserve forces of the Almighty sent
forth to struggle for weary brothers in
arms, who for over three years have
stayed the onrush of a diabolical, God
forsaken foe. Can those words mean
anything but that we are the last final
mighty blow, called on by the very God
Himself to bring inspiration and new
courage to the battle-worn hosts of
Righteousness?
Do we not. therefore, need a battle
hymn that characterizes the cause for
which we fight and give our very lives
and fortunes for its victory. Can it
better be expressed than by that old
familiar marching hymn of:
“Onward, Christian Soldiers!
A Son’s Letter to His Father
Here is a fine, manly letter, full of!
heart and free of cant, which I saw
the other day in an Isle of Wight news
paper and would like to pass on to
my readers.
Thousands of America’s young men
are now entering upon the stern reali
ties of army life, and thousands of
fathers are bidding them goodbye
with choking throats. It may help a
bit to read this clean, strong, sound
youth’s last words. He..was kllied in
action shortly after writing them.
The business of being a father is
quite the most complex and difficult
of all the tasks that come to men, and
to get such a letter as this must be to
any father a sweet reward.
“To my Father:
‘‘This is a final message for you to
read when I am dead. There will be
so little else —just the brief official no
tification, "The secreary of war regrets
xxx may be a belated letter or two,
speaking only of the small happen
ings of the day; perhaps the tale of
a brother officer ns to how I fell; be
yond that, nothing. And, therefore,
now. beforehand I say farewell.
"There is no need of many words.
But I 'want first to thank you as your
son. You have been to me the best
father a fellow could wish. I want to
thank you for the gift of a clean and
THE SPIRIT OF 1917.
Awake’ and do not a "slacker” be,
Come forward and do your bit;
Heed the cry from across the sea.
Keep the torch of Freedom lit.
Fight for your altars and your fires.
God and your native land
Crush their “Kultur” for evermore.
For God and Country and Justice
stand.
Awake! and let Liberty’s song prolong,
Do not hide and a coward be;
Let not your name be classed among
The "slackers" of history.
Awake! from your dream of Peace
Erase from your heart all fear,
Bo not let Hun boast and brag
Awake! and fight whilst danger’s near.
Awake! ye sons of America,
List to the call of Fife and Bruni
Carry the emblem of Liberty
O’er the sea to the barbarous Hun
The Spirit of your Forefathers calls to
Thee
While the cruel Invader yvcrmns
The many lands across the sea.
Let Liberty like failed Phoenix soar
While innocents cry out in shame;
Let them hear our cannons roar
And the Prussian eagle tame.
Rise again, ye minute men of yore.
Crush their cursed Song of Hate;
Awake and let them feel our might
For the morrow may be too late.
—FRANCIS A. CONWAY. Battery B.
Marching as to War,
With the Cross of Jesus
Going on before,” etc.
Have you ever heard that wonderful
hymn blared forth by massed bands?
Have you ever listened to your regi
mental band play it on their way to or
from Sunday church service? Have
you ever felt the thrill—the cold chill
creep up your back until it came with
a rush to the very roots of your hair,
when you heard it as you marched on
parade in the old home town? It there
anything more inspiring in its march
ing rhythm—its words and simplicity
of meaning? Has it not been the old
reliable of band leaders for years to
bring a clap from an unresponsive au
dience? Does it not appeal to you as
the battle hymn of the hour—the very
thing we need —that extra something
not expressed by bayonets or bursting
shells, but the human dynamic force
back of them inspired to an over
whelming victorious strength.
We will not have time to sing it in
the trenches nor “going over the top,”
but we can sing it and have our bands
play it as they march through the
streets of America, England, France,
Italy and Russia, on our way to the
front. It will proclaim to nations ev
erywhere that America has a divine
objeci ive.
Let us then sing it everywhere, on
the march, in divine service—in our
hearts. Let it grow and kindle -within
us. Let us thorough lyunderstand our
objective in that song, so that no mat
ter what the experience or sacrifice
may be we will stick to our task with
that tenacity which has ever marked
American victory. Therefore let the
bands sound off —The Battle Hymn of
America:
"Onward Christian Soldiers!
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before,
Christ, the Royal Master,
Leads against the foe,
Forward into battle
See His banners go.
—AN ENLISTED MAN TO HIS
COMRADES.
strong and vigorous and healthy body,
straight limbs and thews that could
serve England at her need. For the
gift of a powerful intellect and a dis
cerning mind—thank you. For the
long years of self-denial that made
ray education possible; for the endur
ance and teaching that kept me
straight in the days of youth; for the
counsel and help ever freely profferred
when I asked; for all noble things in
your example-—-again and most earnest
ly thank you.
“Secondly, as to my death. Inasmuch
as we be men together, there is little
need for words. It is in a good cause
that I lay down my life. All the
things that I hold dear in life I wil
lingly give up since it is required of
me. lam proud and glad to be one of
those whom England takes, who in
their bodies pay the price of her honor.
And though in your heart there will
be sorrow, you will also be proud; and
you will not grieve overmuch.
“All good things be unto you! May
the coming years bring wider field of
service, honor, and honorable work,
strength, and wisdom to perform it;
and in the end peace, and contentment,
and quiet rest! Your son, a soldier of
England, salutes you. Farewell!”
(Copyright, 1917, by Frank Crane;
reprint from New York Globe.)
PEDIGREE OF GOVERNMENT MULE.
Shortly after a new administration took
over a well known' Western Railway, a
great number’of claims were preferred
against the company on account of horses
and cattle being killed along the line in
Texas. Not only that, but it appeared
that every animal killed invariably figured
in the claims presented as being of the
best blood in Texas.
The claims finally became so numerous
and the majority so unreasonable, that
one day the president of the road became
much excited while discussing the situa
tion with one of the road’s attorneys.
"Bo you know,” he exclaimed, bringing
down his fist on the desk byway of em
phasis, "I have reached the conclusion
that nothing in Texas so improves live
stock as crossing it ■with a locomotive.” —
New Idea.
NOT IN THE ARMY.
A certain rector just before the service
was called to the vestibule to meet a
couple who wanted to be married. He
explained that there wasn’t time for the
ceremony then, “but,” said he, “if you
will be seated, I will give an opportunity
at the end of the service for you to eome
forward, and I will then perform the
ceremony.”
The couple agreed, and at the proper
moment the clergyman said: “Will those
who wish to be united in the holy bond
of matrimony please come forward?”
Whereupon thirteen women and one
man proceeded to the altar. —Blighty.
Dec. 19, 1917.
THE SLACKER
Extracts From An Editorial in
The Aiken Standard.
We are a nation at war. War is hell.
There is only one way to view the posi
tion of the people of the United States in
this war in which this country is now
engaged, whether we live in South Caro
lina or New York or Montana or Texas;
that is to look the situation squarely in
the face and to realize, as far as pos
sible, this one indisputable fact:
That, if Germany is not beaten; if the
might of Hohenzollernism is not crushed;
if the world is not freed from the menace ’
of kaiserism, if, in short, the American
flag should go down in defeat with the
flags and the hopes of the Allies, noth
ing of that which we now cherish, nothing
of that which we now defend, nothing of
that which we now hold so important to
our individual well-being, will matter.
In other and plainer words, unless
there shall be a triumph of American
arms, this country will not be free but it
will be a vassalage of the German Em
pire; and your business, your individual
interests, your bank account, your very
home life, will be subordinated to the
will of a foreign tryant who pretends to
rule by divine right.
And, looking out upon a world situa
tion so fraught with gravity to our very
existence and to that birthright of free
dom handed down to us only through
the precious blood of our forefathers, who
wrested independence from a sovereign
of German blood, it is to the everlasting
shame of our citizenship that there are
among us, here, there and yonder, that
most contemptible of the human species,
the slacker.
There are slackers in business: there
are slackers on the farms; there are
slackers in politics, holding high places;
there are slackers in the pulpit, there are
slackers in every walk of life whose puny
excuse given when they arc called upon
to do their bit. in one way and another,
to help win this war for God and coun
try, reveal not merely their cramped,
starved souls, but lay bare the evident
fact that they lack, in many instances,
the slightest conception of the respon
sibilty of them American citizenship.
The slacker is unfit to live in a free
country and enjoy the institutions of lib
erty; and the slacker by doing nothing to
help his country is doing all in his pow
er to jeopardize the freedom and the lib
erty which he so prodigally enjoys.
There are slackers through ignorance,
there are slackers through prejudice,
there are slackers through disloyalty
akin to treason, and there are slackers
through greed;, but the worst, stripe of
slacker is the last—the man so wrapped
up in his own little, selfish interests and
so enmeshed in his own affairs, grasping
and holding tight to his precious dollars,
that he will not shoulder his share of
the burden which German ambition for
world dominion has thrust upon the civi
lized world.
The American people are going through
the fire, we hope not so thoroughly as
have the people in France and England;
but we have got to go through the scorch
ing flames of war. We must so through
it together, ahd we must go through It
physically, spiritually and economically
for the next two, three, four, five or
perhaps six years. This is not going to
be a short war. When it is won, remem
ber, the American armies will, have been
the balance of power. There are going
to be many thousands and hundreds of
thousands of casualties. They, our boys,
arc suffering in their bodies for the peace
and security of America. That others
may live they shall die.
Where, then, we ask in the name of the
living God, is the place for the slacker?
Great God of Hosts, be with us yet,
lest we forget, lest we forget?
THE DRAFTED MAN’S REPLY.
My friend, you who volunteered,
And did not wait for the draft,
Why harbor hard feelings against us men
Who- are doing our little half?
Why should you shame us. Brother,
We who were forced to go fight?
Perhaps we had reasons fcr waiting—
Reasons which were just and right.
When we are in the trenches, Brother,
Fighting side by side,
Will we who were drafted be afraid?
Do you thing we will try to hide?
Do you think, my friend, for a minute.
That we will not do our share,
And stop as much of the .kaiser’s lead
As any Volunteer who is there?
And in later years, my dear Brother,
When you and I sit by a fire.
Will we quarrel about the glory due us;
Will we each call the other a liar?
No! There will be no distinction;
And your boy, who sits on your knee,
Will not be prouder of his old dad
Than my boy will be of me.
—Marion (Cal.) Journal
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