Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-11-20

boys were carrying down to the fu-
ture for their mothers the torch OF
Immortality. Each mother felt that
when her last hour came, she could
go out smiling because she was leav-
ing back of her a man child to car
ry on the life she had kindled for
him under her own heart.
A Perfect Story
None of us can dream what dreams
a mother has for her boy-none but
those who have known the beauty
and the pangs of motherhood. None
of us knows what splendid idealism
and courage 1t takes for each mother
to give up her personal hopes and
longings and desires-her ambitions
and aspirations-and then say: My
| boy, there is one who needs you now
more than / do-one who has even
greater right to you than | have.
America needs you and / give you
proudly and loyalty / can bear 1T
when you go-I couldn't bear it If
you stayed"
The beautiful song has given us
that little story perfectly. 1t paints
a picture than an essay or a sermon
could never give so poignantly or
simply-the little mother in Maine
the mother whose life has known
poverty and suffering and sacrifice.
She waits for the boy she gave
bravely when the call came-waits
and perhaps in vain-she may be
called to make the supreme sacrifice.
She will make it bravely, too. l have
faith in her, supreme faith in all the
blessed little mothers from Maine TO
California-the mothers who have
made the Army possible.
Let me quote a bit of letter
soldier boy wrote me about his moth
er. | hope his mother will be among
those who read that she may see
here her boys tribute to her:
Il have mother-and she sent
me away with a smile. She had
always sacrificed much. When l
was a baby 1 had everything-she
nothing. Day and night she worked
so l could get a little education.
Night after night she nursed me.
When | was young | did not under
stand-now | do. When my mother
put her arms around me and said,
Good-by, my boy. Fight well. Re-
member you are no longer mine, but
Uncle Sans, but still mine in heart,
and she smiled even while big tears
We're running down her face. Are
not mothers like mine doing their
bit?"
All the mothers of America are
doing their bit-we count on them
for that They are sending their
boys away with smile, facing the
future bravely and through their
bravery, giving their boys courage
and inSpiration.
Hearts That Are True
There's n Green Hill Out in Flan-
ders, and with that high courage
do the mothers climb that hill.
Bravely and courageously they face
their boys who are going with splen-
did strength to win back Flanders
for the civilized world.
There's Green Hill Up in
Maine" And there, on the green hills
of our whole splendid land dwell the
smiling patriots who do their bit in
waiting and hoping and sending to
reverent' world the inspiration of
their courage and strength.
God grant that the boys who go
and never return will be few. God
grant that those who go will go with
courage and bravery worthy of the
army of mothers that sends them
an army which they must never fail,
an army for the sake of which each
soldiers son must distinguish him
self by bravery. The boy who is a
coward smirches his own honor
and tramples his mothers heart un-
derfoot.
80 Here's a Tear for a Brave
Heart in Flanders" Yes Boys, each
of us here in America-each woman
and man thrills with pride in you
and hopes for you and prays that