The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1918-09-04

danger. went to the coors and
Shouldered their muSkets, to Garry
on : George Anderson heard it,
and | knew that he would be one Of
the first ii not the first to Garry on !!
] saw him in Ardmore Just after he
had gotten his commission and asked
him if he expected to come back.
He said he didn't know but if he
didn't come back he would have
plenty OF company where he would
go. ! thought then that if the
American army was made up OF men
like he, so fearless OF danger so care
less OF his own outcome. and so GER
tain that he had but one object in
lie at this time, that America would
certainly: Garry ont
The Golden Crown.
The ladies OF this church ielt that
it was very fitting to make a service
flag for the church. 1t was too small
and they began another. Before it
was finished the blue star, represent
ing George Anderson, had, in a
moment. become a star of blazing
gold and we learned that he fell at
the head OF his company. While
the blue star here became a golden
star, his tin hat, in a moment, was
changed to a crown OF gold. The
message came on the 23rd of July.
1t said but little, but it meant so
much: killed in action, Lieut..
George Anderson, Ardmore, OKLA
Ardmore received the newse with
great sob and then for moment,
stood. with uncovered head, before
the life and the memory of her first
martyr offered upon the altar of
liberty and democracy. Charles
Whitehair, OF the Y NJ. c. A., tells
OF a young Canadian soldier who
was about to be discharged on ac
count of incapacity, and who asked
Mr.. Whitehair to appeal for him that
he might stay in the ranks. The
soldier asked: Would you like to
see my scars?' and, rolling up
pants leg, he shoed where piece
OF shell had plown its way through
the flesh and, lifting his shirt, he
showed a scar in the side, that rem
dered him manned and crippled for
life Mr.. Whitehair told him: My
boy, when you go back to Canada,
you needn't tell your people that
YOU loved your home, your country
and your God, just show them your
scars. And we speak of George
Anderson we need not tell that he
fell upon the field of battle, leading
his company, and that he loved his
country and his God; all that is
needed to keep his memory fresh is
to say: Look at his life
"a great wave OF sympathy has
enveloped his home. To his father
we have given the handshake Of
sympathy in the hour of affliction;
to the mother and sister, we can
say so little, because at such times,
that is said seems cold and
hard and metallic. We know some
thing of their suffering, someting
OF their loss. They are fighting the
battle now and it is battle that is
not recorded in history or heralded
as the feat OF the gallant soldier but
is described by Joaquin Miller when
he says:
d" The bravest battle that ever was
fought;
Shall | tell YOU where and when?
On the maps of the world you will
find it not,
Twas fought by the mothers OF
men.
Nay, not with cannon or battle shot
With sword or nobler pen;
Nay, not with eloquent word or
thought
From the mouths OF wonderful
men;
But deep in the walled up woman's
heart
OF woman who would not yield.
But briefly, silently bore her part
Lo, there is that battle field.
No marching troup, no bivouac song
No banners TO CLEAN and wave,
But oh. these battles, they last so
long,
From boyhood to the grave.
Yet faithful still as a pride OF stars
She fights in her walled-up town.
Fights on and on through the endless
war.
Then silent, unseen, goes down.
Oh ye. with your cannon and bat
tie shot,
And soldiers to shout and praise.
tell you the bravest battles fought
Were fought in these silent ways.
They say that George Anderson
S dead and that he lies in grave
cross the water in strange land, |