The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1917-03-29
JUDGE GLANVILLE
GIVES AN ADDRESS

Asbury M. E. church.
Did you ever hear a mother ade-
quately in words tell her boy why, how
and how much she loves him? No,
and you never will. The passion Of
mother love, instructive, God given
and sublime, almost rivalling the di-
vine, though common and universal,
is yet unspeakably sacred and never is
told in words.
you may fathom the depth of the
rockgirdled ocean
But the love of a mother can never be
told"
There are other feelings, sensations
and passions that thrill the heart but
battle every attempt to word them,
yet are so common that the very CON-
monness of their presence in the hu-
man breast shows them to be instinc-
tive, God given and eternal. And 50
is the passion of patriotism, instinc-
tive, God given and eternal, and almost
universal.
"Breaths there man with soul so
dead
Who never to himself hath said
This is my own my native land?"
Patriotism, like mother love, is a
passion felt and lived, suffered and
died for, but never fully told by the
tongue-a passion of service and sacri-
fice-a passion so ardent and intense
that mother love, though neither
quenehed nor killed, yields to its
power. or joining hands with it, pre-
fers death to dishonor. And father
love strong as heard in King David's
cry, 20 my son Absolom, my son, my
son Absolom, would God had died for
thee, 0 Absolom my son. my p
even such, surrenders to its dictates
and neither holds back nor hesitates
when duty and honor call for service
and sacrifice.
War is horrible! War is hell! And
the blame and curse for its crime and
cruelty rest upon them that ruthlessly
and wantonly force it upon suffering
world. We know in this land and time
that might does not make right, but we
know as firmly and well that might
must ever lastingly guard and defend
the right from any and all who refuse
to respect it. The pen is not mightler
than the sword grasped in the mailed
fist of hun who breaches that "Treat-
les are scraps of paper, and practices
that THE weak have no rights the
strong are bound to respect.
Pan-Germanic Prussian militarism is
misguided ambitious patriotism ungov-
erned and gone mad, and has been
Dreaming of the hour when call the
world" in supliance bent,
Should tremble at its power
That bright dream will be its last.
Prussian militarism is world can
Ger and will be cut out by the sword,
and Germany, the real true Germany,
will be saved and made sane and go on
rejoicing in its career of splendid
progress.
God speed the day when Righteous
ness and peace shall have kissed each
other;" but till that day comes, the
only time to say with confidence and
without reservation, Let US have
peace" is after Appomattox.
You all know the story of the Boston
boys that said to the British general,
And, Sir, we will bear it no longer"
and how he said to his associates,
THE very children draw in the love of
liberty with the air they breathe"
It's not only on Boston Common that
the boys draw in the love of liberty
with their breath. That the air that
sweeps the hills and valleys and plains
of Nebraska, breathed in as boy by
our Senator Wilbur. is as free and
clear and inspiring to love as liberty
as any, We know by the ring of his
words tonight, full of the spirit of
"And, Sir, we will bear it no longer"
We know that he went at his country's
call
And the air of Oregon's Cascade
crags and peaks is free and clear and
soul inspiring as that of Tells own AL
pine crags and peaks and the metal
of our mems manhood rings true and
clear when struck by the test. Lieu
tenant Adair's cry, Go on, Sar-
geant" voiced his dying impulse to
service, and his dying command to
duty; and his dying cry is deathless
cry, go on Sergeant" where duty
and service call!
While men of Oregon are wont to
be ''True to nature and free as her
storms," / am sorry to hear the echo
of one voice that does not seem to
sound a true note, and to hear the wall
If one sorry soul that the breath of
neither her sun washed zephyrs nor
ner snow washed blizzards has vivified.
Some psychological asthma seems to
have spoiled their effect, and the sub
tie sophistries of that voice are cum
ming insomuch that, if it were poss-
BILE. they would deceive the very elect.
This is no time for a man to argue
the supriority of his particular brand
of patriotism, but to pour in what he
has to help swell the current to an ir-
resistible food. pity the man whose
lsolating superiority always holds him
back from joining his fellows in any
great movement. He is lonesome
man in crowd.
There was a man in our town and
he was wondrous wise" who was al
ways talking to himself, and said he
did it because he always liked to talk
to sensible man and always liked to
hear a sensible man talk. Some men
who are not 80 wondrous wise are so
particular never to work with anyone
but good man, and never to have any
but a good man work with them, that
they awlays have to go it alone; they
wont work double or drive tandem.
For Gods sake, or humanity's sake,
or your country's or your own sake, or
some things or some body's sake, join
some crowd and get into some move
ment and be loyal to something and
enthusiastic about something and sacri-
flee for something, if it be only your
own egotism, for some cause, and
you'll be a better and happier man.
Don't be maverick or a bachelor
wolf! Get into the game and then
play the game.
This most emphatically is not a
proper time for partisan criticism or
partisan praise, but time for every
man to stand at attention and wait for
orders. There should be no wabbling
now. God pity the world and God save
humanity s hope for truer and better
liberty, if we allow the corerot of