New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-08-03
Village Of Ovid Rallies to War
Under Chautauqua Orators Spell

in need Of the prompting stimulus Of
contact emotions. Down at the crowded
tent found evidence Of this. On the
way there | solicited an opinion Of
Mrs. L. Farrell, who keeps the ice
cream parlor.
1--WE would like to have the war
over" she said. but can see no way
out without lighting. There lie no anti
war talk here"
gathered this impression from A.
Harmon. who farms as we'll a. keeps
hotel:
"A number Of farmers sons have
gone and labor 10 scarce, but they oil
realize that We are in for Q fight 70 q
finish"
In S. C. Meddick l struck the com
munity pessimist. ! fancy his detach-
ment was uncommon. He said:
at is a much more serious business
than was expected when we went into
il. Perhaps we wouldn't have been 50
hasty had we been better informed. A
lot OF farmers sons have enlisted. The
people don't need any oratory. Why
crate to men whom you are going to
draft! The draft'll get them. You
may be suAs they'll get the farmers
sons, because they are the only ones
who are physically fit"
In DR.. II. W. Ogden was discovered
the community optimist, and incidental
" the man who made the Chautauqua
possible in Ovid. He had found q reso-
lutte spirit in farmers and villagers
alike, not q parading fife and drum
enthusiasm, because the community
is far removed from these first
aids to enthusiasm, but "a good
American understanding OF the war
causes and aims which expresses
itself in Ovid in normal Red Cross.
Liberty Loan and vo lunteering &C
tivities." Ovid, by the way, fur
nished the first man drafted at Wash
ington by Secretary Baker, Glenn Mar
/ tin by name.
The Druggists Opinion
Iwaylaid John Clark, young farmer,
and wooed him into conversation. SAID
John Clark, Of the 0vid-Seneea FANS
state road: "It's nasty mess, but
there can't be peace until we win. l
would 90 II I were younger"
Finally I encountered the veritable
Freleigh Jones, druggist. He philoso-
phized bit, thus; :,
aThe people hereabouts know all
| about the war. But 10 Is too far away
10 touch them. They feel pretty safe.
II is one thing 70 know what we are up
against. but IL is another thing TO re
aiize il keenly. Wait unit. The Ameri-
can dead begin to be numbered
A complete cross section of New York
CITY as we'll as of Ovid. Everything
normal in Ovid, and intelligent, out
with a slower pulse. Then the crowd
emotion found liberation In the big
tent. Joe Mitchell Chapple was boom
ing the deep organ tones Of patriotism
6Your country is calling, calling he
was pleading. at needs you. Had the
Germans not been stopped at the
Marine. that ruthless militarism would
have overrun your fields and your
homes. And it is still powerful. IL
, must be crushed. We must send mill
ions of our brave boys over In order TO
save the world"
The audience sat keenly drinking
this in.
"The war cannot be fought until the
mothers of America are ready for their
boys TO CO." the orator, moved oil but
to tears, was now entreating. The
many worn mothers there feit their
hearts grip. "Until the mothers are
won TO the war there Is no winning OF
! the war" he said as he recited moving
| tales of Spartan mothers.
Whatever the mothers Of the young
men of Ovid thought, il was the fathers
who expressed themselves vocally They
rose TO the appeal with will, some OF
! them gnarled veterans Of other wars.
81 was unwilling to have my boy 90
before. Now | am willing" one Of them
said, as later he clasped the exhausted
orators hand. And not he alone, but
others, among them John Brennan and
jeremiah McGill, farmers, who grew
young with the unwonted thrill OF pa
| triotism.