The Bourbon news., 1912-05-17
Safe at Home.

At the request of several readers of
the News, we print below the editorial
of Henry Watterson, published in a
recent issue of the Courier j Journal, on
the Titanic disaster:
''As the completed story of the ocean
! tragedy puts its fnality upon the
!; fragmentary instalments, which have
from day to day reachd the public, the
catastrophe loses none of it's horror.
Both IN magnitude and circumstance it
is only more ap oalling. The word dies
upon the lips. the pen falls limp from
the hand. that attempts to describe 1T.
Zone and.one single feature stands out
resplendent. In silen. grief, exulring,
We salute the herobdead. They went
down with the flags of our racehood
flying. each carrying the red badge of
courage on his breast; the man of
millions by the scholars side, the
gentle old philanthropist hand finland
with The gifted young soldier, fit am
bas .adors of our AngIo-Saxon and
Scotch-Irish stock before the Court of
Heaven. Evening star shall rise and
set and vesper bell shall ring-even
over that bleak grav yard of the deep
IN sad memorial but they have safely
crossed the bar, and, immortal, see
their Pilot face to face.
We, who are left upon the shore, be-
hold, aghast, but shouting!
Is there a moral? Shall there be a
lesson? How easy to find, how eager
| to wish to find, scapegoat!
| Assuredly somebody was to blame.
Was it the sturdy old sea dog that
stood calm and clear of head upon the
bridge and went down grimly, glori-
ousIy. with his ship? Well, he at least,
! has paid the price. Is it the wealthy
and enterplising transatlantic COM
pany which has served the public so
long and well? Only in dollars may
the soulIess corporation discharge lis
debts, and il dollars the White Star
must and will. Millions cannot recall
the dead, billions console the living.
"The craze for speed! Aye, there
we have it on the land no less than
the sea-yet, in the very air above US
onward, onwara !-faster, faster!-as
if the idle rich and their imitators, the
vain and empty throng, were not going
the gaits Of pride and pretension, of
enfeebling luxury and of glittering
show, quite fast enough!
mot a sufficient prov ision Of life
boats! Certainly n0t-there never is.
Why did not the helmsman turn her
prov farther to the Southwark? He
was sailing farthest South. Why
should he tempt at all the fatal ice
fields? On the banks of Newfoundland
there are only ice fields. Why did the
ship sail at her topmost bent? Alas
conclusions inconclusive!
"We but lock the stable door when
the horse is gone!
"Roll the glory drums! To the
walls with the banners Honor. all
honor to Hays and Stead the brave
Englishmen; homage to Astor and
Harris ths true Americans; happy
tears fer the dear old Jewish twain,
Darby and JOAN a diadem for our
Journalist soldier boy, Georgia's and
Kentucky's contribution to the hola.
caust. Only honor and pride. Women
and children to the sboats' the cry and
and children to the boats it
was not child missing, net woman
Iost-save they that would not go
Angels receive our dead. Let ther.
be no moaning at the bar The deep
snWraps the bodies that were theirs
each soul, dear God, is safe at home at
asst.
Nearer My God to Thee
Nearer to Thee.