Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1898-09-17
RAyMONO RVHS ON Al0ER,S REC.
ORD.

Here 10 the cry Of a nation. wr,ing from
a nations woe,
Struck down In the hour of triumph by
the hand Of a hidden foe;
A nation demands an answer from those
ut the nations head.
And bids them lind the guilty to blame for
a nations dead.
You called. and we young men answered.
Awaked by the bugle's blast,
And then to man stood forward, 40 Us,r
fathers did In the past.
From counter. and forge, and workshop.
toilers Of muscle and mind.
You asked for two hundred thousand.
Did you have to seek far to find!
You asked for the best and got them. You
chose us one by one,
You asked Of the wife her husband, ehe
widow her only son.
Those that we left behind Us had never q
word Of blame:
We did our best. and now, fore God, we
ask that YOU do the same.
".
Did we ever pause and faltcr, on that last
and hercest day,
On the she'l.swcpt slope OF Gan Juan hiu,
In the shambles Of FL CancyY
We laughed ut the Mauscr bullet, the
shrapners deadly breath,
For men shall fall, II men will fight, and
the wage Of war IL death.
We laughed In the blood.soaked trenches,
through the steaming tr0pic night,
We might lack fire, and even food, at
least We were sure Of fight.
Until that day when the Stars and Stripes
were over the ramparts flown,
We had finished our task In foreign soU.
NO turned--tO lind death at homo
vi.
Back to the land that bore us. not 40
cOnQuerOrs come,
But to live and die In bitches, out In the
rain and sun.
Crowded like cattle on transports, lacking
both food and drink,
BY orders Of those "in authority" who
hadn't the time to think.
All too busy to lift ~ out Of the mud asd
Crime,
It seems that WE could give our lives, but
THEY couldn't give their time.
VII.
How long. o Lord. how long, shall The
God Of Red Tape Stay.
For one that died on the battlefield .
score are dying each day!
Across the plains the funeral trains IN
endless progress creep,
And men who fought like lions then TO-
day are dying like sheep.
VIII.
But the time shall come, and surely, to fix
the measure of blame,
For nations wrath has risen at the sight
Of a nations shame.
The cry Is heard from the housetops Of
thousand desOlate homes,
And woe to him who Is found at fault ,
when the day of reckoning comes.
Sam RaymOnd's friend, Alger, has
the fat man with 10000 lithO-
graphs Of Raymond surrounded by
American flags. In view Of
the fact that Raymond has been tout
or town" ever since the war opened Il
Ia hard to see how Alger's present Is
going to help Sam. The pictures are to
be hung up about town. and will help to
show the difference between a fat, we'll
Fed Alger Office seeker and the poor,
soldiers whom Alger neglected
1t the front.
We haven't heard of Fat Sam Ray
nond, the Republican candidate for
County Treasurer, doing any relief
work for the soldiers. On the contrary.
ne was afraid he might be asked to do
something, and has kept tout of town"
'ver since he was nominated.
Anti-machlne Republicans beat Sam
Raymond In 1880. when he ran for City
treasurer. They will beat him for
county Treasurer In 1893. The same
igures are In the year.
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Pictures Of Fatty Raymond make q
trOng contrast with pictures OF our
tarving soldier boys. It's o good thing
Alger staked Sam to those Autographs.
Let's see-How much did Fatty Ray
aond make out Of the on Inspector.
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