Arizona republican., 1917-09-07

that you are one of the select of Uncle Sans fighting men. l was surprised as l did not know that you were on the first call. Well, Robert, the spirit which you manifest fills me with pride for my brother Bob. It shows that the valiant spirit of the race from which you sprang has not run out in the course of human events. You may well be proud of your heritage for the blood that crimsoned the ground for the rights of humanity at Waterloo and the blood that by it's patriotic fer vor inspired the memorable Give me liberty or give me death" speech of your great compatriot, Patrick before the Virginia House of Burgesses, flows even today through your own veins, and l am sure you are as ready as your sires of old to give all you have and all you cherish that the ideals for which they died and from which sprang the free institutions of today shall not perish and that ''the world shall be made safe for democracy" and that that self-styled divinely ap- pointed emperor who sits upon the bloody throne of Prussia and plans the murder of innocent babes and helpless women and who seeks his own ag- grandiZement by murder, rape, intrigue anu every WtdpOil huONH, be made to admit his guilt-if his warped mind, if the impudent Hohen- zollern tainted by his inheritance of the blood of Attila the Hun, the scourge of God-is capable of compre- hension to define right from wrong. Well, Bob, you will probably take this as an incentive against the ruler of the Huns like the Cicero vs. Cata- line variety, but it would take the elo- quence of a Cicero raised to the high est power of numerals to describe the perfidy of the snarling dog who shows his fangs from the palace at Potsdam where reign the descendants of the scourge of God.
 1 am proud of you and 1 thank God 1 that you are true to your country, your | flag and your church. You are not like | these jelly fish who whine and ask what we are fighting for. You are far | above these skunks who are enrolled | under the banners of Hearst who makes assassins, Vardaman the ass who prayed his way into the United | States senate, La Toilette the little kaiser who rules the proGerman Ger i nAmericans, and the rest of the | Benedict Arnolds, as the heaven is above the earth.
 I know it is needless for me to say l it, Bob, but be a man all the way | through Accept the discipline which will necessarily be placed upon yor and be Christian soldier and a Cath. olic gentleman.
 These stirring times recall to me { little verse 1 learned in school, tn words placed in the mouth of Horatiu
 at the Bridge, defending Rome:
 To every man upon this earth 1 Death cOmeth soon or late
 And how can man die better.
 Than by facing fearful odds,
 For the ashes of his fathers,
 And the temples of his gods. | The ashes of our fathers are callin cut to us today to prove our love fo
 the Stars and Stripes and to defen
 and exalt the land we have which b.
 the blessings we have always enjoye
 through it, can be none other than tn
 temple of our God.
 I know you will go forth with bray
 and staunch heart as befits anyon through whose veins flows not tn
 blood of cringing carrion. If in tim
 you must give up your life, it will no
 have been sacrificed in vain, for yo1
 will be fighting not only for libert,
 but for God himself who has beer
 blasphemed by the arrogant Hohen
 zollern who boasts that he was divine
 ly appointed to betray Russia, rap
 Belgium, scourge France, blot out Eng
 land and bring to it's knees the mos
 blessed land in the world, our owl United States.
 But yesterday it seems you were m laughing, brown-eyed baby brothe
 and your thick. brown hair waved i the sweet winds of freedoms blesse land as you romped and played. Toda lyou are man grown, citizen-soldie 'j in the army of the republic. You hay , answered with courageous spirit, de mocracy's call to the colors.
 I well remember the night you lei l home and you said to your mothe
 Don't cry; I will be a good boy" An 7 a good boy you have been. Those wer 5 simple, honest words from the heal of a good boy. Today you are provin t the sincerity of your words. You ar :, doing just what your mother woul have you do-stepping forward wit
 the battlecry of freedom-with raptur
 thrilling your heart-ready to demon | strate your readiness to do or die thS
 the star spangled banner may way
 over the land of the free.
 I myself, am one of the reserve sol
 diers of the republic and in time wi
 be called upon to go over the tra | Whlch you ana your brave comrade
 will have blazed and when I am, ma
 God give me strength to do my dut \ to my native land.
 | Out paternal grandfather and ol maternal grandfather came from a Ian
 noted for martyrs who died in fret
 dom's name. Our grandfathers swol
 no halfway allegiance to the Unite n States. They did not consider the f oaths mere scraps of paper. They we n men-not puppets.
 And now, Bob good bye. As tl if song goes, it may be for years and /. may be forever" But let Gods will ] V done and there is one thing that giv o me consolation. Whether you go to r glorious death in freedoms name o come joyfully marching home, it e
 be truly said of you: His count ,r called him to the colors and he laid :. her disposal, with a heart filled wi ., love for his native land, all he had al m all he cherished
 = With tender love for you and io hope that God will give yOu streng