The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-05-21


into your eyes and pressed your
hands. but | did not guess your
greatness.
You are now beyond the reach 9.
praise-flattery touches you not
words for you are vain.
Medals for heroism-how cheap the
gilt, how paltry the pewter!
You are beyond our praise or blanc.
We reach out, we do not touch you
We call, but you do not hear.
Words unkind, ill-considered, were
sometimes flung at you, Colonel Astor.
in your lifetime. We admit your
handicap of wealth--pity you for the
accident Of birth-but we congratu.
late you that as your mouth was
stopped with the brine of the sea,
so you stopped the mouths of the
carpers and critics with the dust Of
the tomb.
If any think unkindly of you now
be he priest or plebian, let 1t be wit
finger to his lips, and look of shame
into his own dark heart.
Also, shall we not write a post.
script to that booklet on cigarettes?
Charles NJ. Hays-you who made
life safe for travellers on shore, yet
you were caught in sea-trap, which,
had you been manager of that Trans.
atlantic Line, would never have been
set, baited as 1t was with human
lives.
You placed safety above speed
You fastened your faith to utilities,
not utilities. You and John B.
Thayer would have had searchlight
and used it in the dangerzcne, so as
to have located an iceberg five mI,t S
away. You would have filled the
space occupied by that silly plunge.
bath chow ironic the thing with a
Hundred collapsible boats, AMI nests
of 6ories.
You, Hays and Thayer, believed in
other men-you trusted them this
time they failed you. We pity them.
not you.
And Mr.. and Mrs. Strauss, envy
you that legacy of love and loyalty
left to your children and grand.
chIidren. The calm COURAGE that was
yours all your long and useful career
was your possession in death.
You knew how to do three great
things--you knew how to live, how to
love and how to die.
Archie Butt, the gloss and glitter
on your spangled uniform were pure
sold. | always suspected 1t.
You tucked the ladies in the life
boats, as If they were going for al
automomile-ride.
Give my regards to the folks al
home" you gaily called as you lifted
your hat and stepped back on the
doomed deck.
You died the gallant gentleman that
you were. You helped preserve the
old English tradition, Women and
children first"
All America is proud of you.
Guggenheim, Widener and Harris
you were unfortunate in life in hav
ing more money than we had. That
is why we wrote things about you
and printed them in black and red
If you were sports, you were game -
the last, cheerful losers, and all such
are winners.
} AS your souls play hide-and-seeR
with sirens and dance with the mai
} ads, you have lost interest in us. But
our hearts are with you still. Yot
showed us how death and danger
put all on parity. The women In
the steerage were your sisters-the
men your brothers; and on the
tablets of love and memory we have
'graved your names.
} William 7. Stead, you were a writer
thinker, a speaker, a doer of the
word You proved your case; sealed
the brief with your hearts blood
and as your bearded face looked IN
admiration for the last time up al
the twinkling, shining stars, God in
pardonable pride said to Gabriel
Here comes a mani"
And so all you knew, and all that
thousand and half thousand more
did not know, passed out Of this
Earth-Life into the Unknown upon
the unforgetting tide. You were sa
crificed to the greedy Goddess ci