The Prescott daily news., 1917-08-23
WOODROW WILSON
By Rev. A. M. Shaw

-'VS IIoHi courts of tlnsel glory Comes the hero of the hour. Debtor to no cliQue's smooth turning Favorlte of no willy clan; From unsullied halls of learning
 Comes Columba's superman. woodrow Wilson, mild. tho fearless, strong and tender, brave and kind, Prudent, patient, pure and peerless,
 Ger'rous heart and lofty mind! When OCT all this glad free nation
 Peace was breeding like a dove, He was borne to highest station
 On his countrys faith and love. All the cobwebs of tradition
 He serenely swept aside. Showed soul of praise and vision.
 Fit to counsel, rule and guide. At his word the favored classes
 Saw their triumphs at an end; And the humble toiling masses
 Found in him the peoples friend.
 
 His achievements to proclaim; Making Right his sole endeavor.
 Giving not one thought to fame. To his home came festive gladness; He was glad but self-contained; Nor did yield his soul to sadness
 When his lips it's chalice drained. When fretful Press was prating
 Of neighbor-nation's mood, lie, content with "watchful waiting,' Overcame their i'll with good. Then, when war-lords OCT the ocean Caused a sea of blood to run: He, with deep but calm emotion,
 Pitied all and favored none. Hotter, tiiercer, grows the tumult; All the earth is i'll at ease; Neutrals meet assault and insult
 On the highways of the seas. Babe and mother, wife and daughter, Blasted by the murd'rous breath; In the kaiser'S insane slaughter,
 Foe and friend are hurled to death, Yet. our peaceful, patient hero
 Watts through weary months and
 years,
 Watching this mad German Nero Stake his thirst with blood and tears But he warns him that the waters Of earth's common deep are free; That Columbia's sons and daughters Claim their rights upon the sea. And he warns him that Old Glory Floats above a dauntless race; Nora but ghosts shall tell the story When they furl her in disgrace! With more deadly shots replying, From the skulking submarine; The grim Nero, world-defying,
 Trusts his god. his war-machine. Be it so. Our dauntless leader
 Hears the war trump's brazen peal; Bids this murd'rous hell-hound breeder Feel Columbia's hand of steel. With one voice we cheer our hero, Knowing that our cause is just. We will fight till this mad Nero,
 With his empire, turns to dust. We hate not our German neighbors; They are skillful, brave and strong Much the world owes to their labors, We have watched and loved them
 long.
 But we hate the damned oppressor, At his throre our curse is hurled: Him. the heartless, proud oppressor Who has blighted half the world. Hand in hand with other freemen, We will fight on sea and land, Till we crush the savage demon
 And forever stay his hand. Woodrow Wilson, thou hast spoken, And thy word shall honored be, Till the tyrant's pow'r lies broken, And the Germans, too, are free. When the world, in future ages,
 Reads the record of these years, And our children scan tka pages Of our annals-through their tears. Thy fair name shall crown the story With a lustre dazzling white; Thine shall be a fadeless glory,
 Thou has seen and done the RIGHT
 GIVING HIM A SCARE
 A young soldier had gone to the theater with a friend. The play dragged and he fell asleep. An hour later he was awakened by the voice of an actor. saving: