Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1918-04-12
SCHOOL GARDEN ARMY

own little plot of ground, little sis
ter, If you are lucky enough to have
one of your own in your own back
yard?
What are you going to call your
potato patch, brother; you with the
bright eyes that weren't so bright
the day you went down to the station
to see big brother off with his regi-
ment?
Oh, yes, you fell in behind the SOL
diers and kept fine step to the music
OF the band and hello up your head
and felt big enough and strong
enough to march thousand
miles and take a million Ger
man prisoners-but when he had
gone and you went home and mother
put her arms around you and laid
her head on your shoulder and asked
you to help her to be brave-some-
thing queer happened to your heart
and you have never felt quite the
same since, have you?
And now they are beginning to
tell you in school about Russia and
what a rich country it is and how
much it will mean in food if the Ger
mans really get possession of it
and at home sometimes your grown
folks look pretty serious and you
wonder if it could be possible-no, it
isn't, and you are going to help make
it impossible. You and those strong
little brown hands of yours.
You and your brave heart and
your loyal soul. You and your war
garden that you are cultivating for
Uncle Sam.
You'll have good luck with your
garden or good success with it. There
isn't much luck in the garden bust
ness. 1t all just SINNERS down to
hard work and the right kind of
care, and it is going to be hard work,
too.
Nothing easy about it; not a thing,
You wouldn't want to be doing
something easy, would you, with big
brother in the trenches and Uncle
Sam calling you to help?
There will be hot days when your
back aches and you want to go
swimming; and cool days when your
knees acne and you want to curl up
in the loft OF the barn and read, and
go out in the lot and play baseball,
especially if you're. a catcher and
have a perfectly good catchers
glove; and you will have to stick to
the garden and do your work for
Uncle Sam.
What arc you going to name that
lNtle garden of yours?
| will tell you what | am going to
name mine-mine is going to be
called Sam Brown-because Sam
Brown is a boy who never had
chance in his life till the war broke
out, and then he saw his chance and
took it, and he is over there in
France today fighting for you and for
me and for Uncle Sam, and l am go
ing to name my little garden after
him.
What are you going to name your
garden? Who is the soldier you
know? Who is the one you think of
when you hear them singing "Oyer
There and The Long, Long Trail?
It's long, long trail he's follow
ing, brave boy, a long, long, trail,
and far away from home and those
it turns and brings him home again.
Home to love and shelter and friend
ship. Home to the old fireplace and
the old books and the old songs at
evening, and the little brother who
has been so faithful to his memory
ever since he's been gone.
And in the meantime let's name
the little garden in our own back
yard for him, so that if there is a
county fair and some of our garden
truck goes on exhibition the name of
our particular soldier boy will be
there at the booth for everyone to
see--and remember.
Come, little sister, you are doing
your part, too, and doing it faith
fully whether you are tired or not;
whether you wish you should go
downtown and have an ice cream
soda and forget that there was such
a thing as a rake or hoe in the world.
You are the com fort of your lonely
fathers heart nowadays. Where's
that picture of the boy in uniform?
Your own particular soldier.
You wouldn't take anything in the
world for it, would you? How hand
some he is, and how brave. 1t makes
your eyes fill with tears of pride,
even to think of his name-call your