The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1915-09-03

down ana l saw thnt tue lamps wers
: throwing their white light on the
words. painted In giant black letters
New York. America"
German eyes looked up at US from
under the sea that night, beyond q
doubt. for the Orduna. boat thai
, passed us. was almost torpcdocd moi
a great distance from US. That rock
ing. rolling. electric sign helped me "a
/ discover America afresh. Under III
charm we went our way. safe In the
| pathway Of death. For a year I had
seen nothing but war: I had sccn cv'
crythIng 80 down before II. and I had
forgotten that there was one spot or
one flag in the world that was safe.
The thrill that comes from realizing
under such circumstances that there
IS one flag that Ia safe. and that II In
YOUR flag. Is almost overwhelming.
Eight nights later. on a summer Sun.
day evening. we approached New York.
On our left the lights Of the quiet Jer.
sey villages began to blink. On our
right the fiery lines OF old Coney Ia.
Hand grew brighter and brighter. as
night deepened.
Standing on the deck Henry p. Da.
vison "A partner Ii The J. p. Morgan
firm. one Of Americas younger masters
Of finance. looked upon the growing
glory Of New York's evening sky line.
and said:
There Is no country like II In all the
world"
That comes as near being an inter
view az Henry P. Dawson ever gave to
a newspaper man. but there1l be many
time that he'll speak q thousand
words and not say one-tenth as much.
You have been In London. and seen
all the gentle. fne things OF life for.
gotten: you have been In Berlin and
heard nothing Of good. but all Of hate:
you have been in Vienna and found its
art and music put aside for war: you
have been in Paris and found It's beau.
ties shrouded in black sorrow: you
have been in Buda Pest. and found Its
glories blotted out by war: In Rome
you had found war.mad men and war.
mad women. instead Of the happy Ital.
ians Of other days. Everywhere you
have been. II has seemed to you that
the world has come to standstill. for
war
And now. on this soft summer Sun.
day evening. here lies New York, its
lights aglow; no Zeppelin horror hang.
ing over It: music. art, homelife. hap.
piness-all the things that are dead in
Europe-and behind It. thousands of
miles behind its nightlit sky lines.
stretches America, clear away to the
Pacific. where your United States. in
the midst Of the world war. IL celebrat.
ing the forgotten triumphs Of civiliza.
ttor In the two California expositions.
And 1t Is your country. You have dis.
covered America. with your heart az
well as your brain.
Within few days I was within the
heart OF the West. Everywhere I saw
happy people. and had been used to
seeing only strained. unsmiling faces.
Everywhere. everybody was busy. I
heard talk. talk. talk. Of busy, earnest
men; missed the hate that I had been
accustomed to: I missed War; I saw
zone OF its terrible mark. And every |
minute I thrilled at the thought.
"This wonderful. peaceful country IN
NY country"
And kept wondering why all those |
'bout me did not thrill at the idea. But
hey all seemed to take II for granted.
americans. at homo here. discovered.
ee one side Of the picture only. Most
4 them haven't discovered America
rot.
That this IL q wonderful yynited
states. worth fighting for and dying
or. II necessary. II an idea that does
lot seem to have been driven homo TO
americans By the war in Europe. You
'eed to have been in Europe. where
nen are fshting and dying for their
ountries. to realize what short, easy
no sudden step II might be to leave
our daily business and step into an
american army. You see Z United
tates whose national welfare might.
any time. become supreme over
our own personal welfare: a United
tates. whose great history may sweep
on out OF your own little daily path.
'ay from the home TO the once, and
arry you of. life. fortune and all. on
. resistless tide. That's . new kind
q United States that this genera.
on has not had b know.
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