The San Francisco call., 1898-06-05

\ DOUSe IS SSdIS OlQ OUIy. I1S IS
 a live, wi -eawake San Francisco
 street. Into his young head came an idea that he woult go forth to serve his country and to honor the beautiful flag which is a visible sign of freedom. That he is not on his way to Manila with the First Regiment of California Volunteers is due only to an accident of wilicl. he is not respon- sible
 Little Douglas has a brotter who is an artist well known to thousands of readers of The Ca Douglass may have artistic instincts. Certainly the great outpouring of -hildren when the first troops. the arti 'ry men from the Presidio, passed do Van Ness avenue and Golden G; +e venue on their way to the cars, touch l a responsive chord in his breast. Hank upon rank, thou sands and tlousands of. our San Fran cisco boys and gir lined Van Ness and non rumbled by, ma ned by Americans whose gallantry can--ot be called into question.
 Little Douglass carried an American flag that proud daJ His shrill little voice was raised in chorus with thou sands of other shrill little voices and his flag kissed the breeze with thou sands of other flags. while the pleased artillery. men bowe-- and manifested their pleasure, and he thought that they bowed to him. Proud, exultant, hearing still ir his ardent i. agination the dull rumble of the cannon wheels and the footballs of the artillery horses, he awaited with impatience the march of the First United States h. fantry
 Once more the sidewalks burgeoned with myriads upon myriads of Amer ican flags, upheld by childish patriots. boy and girls. Looking down upon them it seemed as if Freedoms flower garden was there in it's full bloom. Onward came the magnificent First Infantrr swarthy. keen of eye, alert as greyhounds, snewy, lordly, every inch heroes: each swinging along at natural gait. There were their shell ter tents, their uniforms, their rifles, swift to sing miserere, their flags; their b&ld-and the were real sol diers who had seen service fl 7hting h. dians-real live, ferocious redskinsi
 "Hurrah! hurrah, hurrah" shouted little Douglas, shouting until he was hoarse. shouting and waving his flag until the soldiers were away down the street and off the var.
 Was there ever a live American boy who has failed to elieve that Amer ican soldiers are the best SO 'iers on earth? Not one. Nor was tnere ever an American boy who d l not firmly believe that victory must 2 ways go with the American "-~ Imagine now a boys idea of battlefield. Guns go off with a stunning noise; men on horses hold up long shining swords and yell forward" to daring cavalry men, who sweep forward with the speed of the wind with barred sabers flashing; or lead the men who carry the guns upon which are fixed sharp glist ming bayone,s and who advance on the run, cheering all the time, un- der the folds of the Star Spangled Banner. Hither and yon are brave drummer boys beating Justify on their drum head. while flies shrill and bugles sound the loud ala-um of war The foe fees. Victory. victory, oh victory. for the beautiful red. white and blue The red, white and blue for ever!
 Nor was there ever a curly headed little dreamer of boy who has not pictured how 7e it would be to sail over summer seas by day and by night, listening to the way foaming as they are parted by the cieaving. sharp bow of the tr'lsty ship. Then, too,