The Alaska daily empire., 1917-07-02
THE TALE THAT IS TOLD

GIenry Waterson in Louisville CourierJournaD
 As was inevitable the Johnny Rebs had all sorts even as of old, seemed to sit in the saddle The big pot put the little pot, the dinner horn ing rSm morn to noon iron noon m to to- deWy eve
 Never more shall there be a Sectional alignment North and South if ever again, East and West But, let that wait. May it arrive. Meantime, infancy Mosby musters the Flemish front and For rest sweeps Belgium to the Rhine, the Orphan Brigade has carried the heights of Ehrenbreitstein and Morgans men are singing "Ef you want to ketch hell jess jine the cavalry" ride in triumph the Valley of the Moselle and presently the Black Horse Cavalry, Pegram at the head the Stars and Stripes above them shall pour, live lavade through Unter the Bill, old Sport for the butternuts coming and it's goodbye to Hohenzolern!"
 Yet softly! There is another side to the shield. War not all glory. Those who know what is, know that. Nor may press too hardly upon the mass and body of the German people United upon a false pretense and blindfod led slaughter in sup port of dynasty holding to the exploded idea of the Middle Ages and claiming to rule by Right Divine, upon what they honestly believe the of their do stop to think. We We fight. It is world of greed and strife and murder-of sin disease and death Why such travail in quest of as fruit is grown?
 The braves who five and fifty years ago found Washington impossible of capture, went in the other day and took possession without firing shot out of Not one of them but will now admit that his ous, sheer delusion, much like Pats horse that was very hard to catch and not worth riding after he
 
 The South came long to realize that the insti- tuition of African Slavery only politically morally untenable-the whole trend modern thought dead against it-but labor system, clumsy and costly. Yet million of men, not in ten thousand possessed of slave, went out to fight for not in fifty considering the abstract question the ship of man-of property expressed in hum9n flesh and blood-except to swear at the AbOltiorists for set of intermedding varmnts having the audacity to dispute the right of Southern gentleman wallop his own nigger. We saw but one thing-invasion- the invasion of the South by the North-there a reasonable argument drawn from the original compact Lit war-the debate over-manhood-the ad- venture-presto, the shot fired-and, To, the one thing wanting to weld us together unit and make us the nation today
 A big price to pay; verify, very big price to pay with the providing cause the generating and pile" still unsolved problem Where do your dreams, oh, William Lloyd Garrison, your denuncia- tions Wendell Phillips, datribes Horace Greedy Gone with the conceits of Yancey that Cotton King and African slavery gift from God.
 Germany will learn, the South has learned. The time will come when our German Americans will see old Johnny Rebs have see that whatsoever is is best. We doing pretty we'll thank you! Did not and all support Horace Greeley for President? Now there is that good old Rebel Woodrow Wilson in the White House and that of the Supreme Court. Turn about fair play, you know, Brother Lodge! Never fear and never say die. Keep your shirt on-Massachusets being in the Union. thank God-your will duly come, with at least half of good old Rebe-that is to say your own beloved Teddy Bear-maybe in the lead! Who said Julius Caesar?
 all right, boys! Time brings in with his revenges some solaces-chief of these that we are a united people whom Heaven has called to fulfill the reason of their national beng-the rescue of Freedom from autocracy-of Republcanism from Absolutism - drive Medevalism back to the Dark Ages, the Right Divine of Kings from off the earth-in short to make Democracy safe everywhere
 Curious anti-climax to thy dreams,