Bisbee daily review., 1917-09-04
Good Bye!
 Good LuckH
 God Bless YOuM

Good Bye, Good Luck, and God Bless You!"
 And with a smile, which belied it. self, hiding as it did a tear filled eye and a heart throbbing with hope and fear, Cochise county bid its own: 'au revOir'.
 Labor Day to Bisbee will long be remembered as the day of days. It stands for the beginning and ending of many hopes. It stands as a mem- orial post in this, the year 1917, when sons of Americans, go forth to begin their work which will go long distsnc- es to make the world a better and safer place in which to live.
 From early morning to late at night, thousands of people-from every part of Cochise gathered to pay homage. They came to laugh and to pray. They came to bid last fare well to the men, the youth of the county, who will carry its flag and it's spirit far into nO-man's land. where death and danger are co-partners and where the safety sign is the god of chance.
 White ribbons, yesterday. bedecked anly men. Their usual significance of purity was symbolized in their pur pose. They marched and they play ed. They danced and they ate. They, east of all those present, regarded their mission seriously; they looked upon it more as a great, huge lark; life's great adventure, perhaps.
 One big, strapp.ng fellow-twenty- five perhaps ps-his hands showing signs of mine work, was in the midst of a large family. The women folks rang ed in ages from a woman of sixty to child of twelve or thirteen. All were dressed in white. The moth CT wondered whether or not the white. n time, might not be turned to black
 Mamma" cried the little girl, her chubby little fists clenched tightly around a piece of barbecued meat, Whats brother wearing that white ribbon for and why did Mir Long say Good Luck to him?"
 "HIsh, honey" said the mother and her sandwich dropped from her hand. She looked far across the September ed park, across the hundreds of little children, far over the heads of men in khaki. She was not looking at the barrenness of the surrounding hills, nor at the superheated streets and road which flanked the roundabout greenery. She was looking at a pos sibility and the youngest member of her family brought its terribleness hcme-straight home
 With martial airs the bands swung down street and road, The young men on the sidewalk took a deep breath and, secretaly. envied those men who marched-the, guests of the Warren District. The older men en- vied too. Their bit, in Spanish war days, was done, in nearly every case, and their fathers-a few of them are left-with eroded faces and whitened hair, rode in the miracle of the day the automobile - for they could not walk.
 September's heat, sending it's clouds of dust heavenward and scurrying across the park, toned down a gala throng and sent it in search of shade. Every leaf was in demand. It's blotch of shadow, cast upon the ground, was haven for a little head, tired mother or a wearied walker
 On with the dance in spite of heat and clouds. To the syncopating air of a one-step, men in khaki and men in white. women in every color of the rainbow and in some .colors not yet located in the spectrum, danced. Per spiration, that fountain of ease and of relief, rolled on it's way and proclaim ed that the people were making the most of their last opportunity.
 It was dance now, for the men who go might never return to dance again.
 So the day went, one intending un- til the night lights shed their lustre