The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-09-03
BY WILLIAM c. SHEPHERD.


(Statf Correspondent Of United Press }
Washington, Aug. 19-When WI
dropped down the river toward the sea
from Liverpool. evening was falling
All about us were warships. The great
Mauretania, loaded with 5000 Irish.
men, their hearts still aching and their
throats still hoarse from their good.
byes. passed us. headed for the Oar
danelles.
Workmen were thrusting long
wooden arms out from the side of our
ship; at the end OF each arm was a
great electric light that threw its rays
back against the hull of the boat. |
looked down and saw that the lamps
were 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 a
doubt, for the Orduna, boat that
passed us. was almos torpedoed not a
great distance from us. That rocking.
rolling. electric sign helped me to dis
cover America afresh. Under its chsgm
we went our way. safe in the pathway
OF death. For year had seen moth
ing but war; Ihad seen everything go
down before 1t 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 is safe and that It is your flag is
almost overwhelming
Eight nights later, on summer
Sunday evening. we approached New
York. On our left the lights of the
quiet Jersey villages began to blink.
On our right the fiery outlines of old
Coney Island grew brighter, as night
deepened.
Standing on the deck Henry P. pa.
wilson. a partner in the J. r Morgan
firm, one OF Americas younger mas.
tiers of finance, looked upon the grow
ing glory OF New York's evening sky
line and said
There's no country like it in al 1.-The
world"
You have been In London, and seen
all the gentle, fine 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 Va Paris and found its beau
ties shror3ed in black sorrow you hva'
been III Buda Pesth and found It's
glories blotted out by war; in Rome
You had found war-mad men and war
mad women, instead of the happy itai
ians of other days. Everywhere yo,
have been IL has seemed to you ina
the world had come to standstill, To-
war.
And now. on this soft summer sun
day evening. here lies New YORK. u
lights aglow, no Zeppelin horror hans
ing over it music, art, home lie, nap
piness-all things that are dead II
Europe-snd behind 1t thousands 0
miles. behind its nightlit sky lines
stretches America. clear away to IN
Pacific, where your United States j
the midst of the world war, is celebra'
ing the forgotten triumphs Of civillz'
tion in the two California exposition'
And IL is your country. You have di'
covered America. with your heart a
well as your brain.
Within a few days was within To
heart of the west. Everywhere sa'
happy people, and ] have been use
to seeing only sad people Everywner
l saw smiles. and I had been USED
seeing only strained unsmilng race
Everywhere. everybody was busy
heard talk. talk talk, OF busy, earne'
men missed the hate that ] had D
come accustomed to; ! missed war;