The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1918-05-11
CRAZY ENOUGH

CRAZY ENOUGH
There's nothing in the story Kaiser Wilhelm
Is Going Crazy" He's gone-been gone for some
time. s
81 For years, the experts have been convinced
that Wilhelm's "withered" left side extended to
his brain He is the Nero Of our times, barring his
to that old Roman villain as to personal
morality. Like Nero, he has posed as COM
poser. of music, poet and an artist, and better
composers, poets and artists than he are starving
to death Being also the head. Of militarisn, Will
helm, like Nero, has. acquired some standing in
the arts, at least in Germany. But getting fame
that way is easy. We ourself could gsts'way-up
repute as q poet Or musician, when given ansarmy
to back us up-but not till then, maybe. Give to
most any fellow.th conviction that he's 9 sub
lime poet, composer and artist, and theswar lord
Of the cart md he'll be crazy, all right. Ego
tism, backed BY despotsrn, logically produces lun-
acy, and among the "dvine rights" to which Will
helm was born was the right to be egot and despot
for an that was in him. Genuine artistic talent
never is bred and born that way.
The world might put up with Wilhelms crazi-
ness as long as it was confined to Germany, but
it being now rampant throughout the world, seek
ing whom it may devour or corrupt, the proper
thing is to lock it up and this is the worlds pres
ent business.
WOMEN OF THE CROSS AND THE CROWN.
Mothers Day-in the year of our war, 1913,
Wars are made with the minds and bodies Of
men-and men are made with the souls and nodes
Of MOTHERS. s5sss s.ss ~ b
i In American training camps today, manning
the ships on treacheroua seas, over there" in the
flame Of battle, millions of boys and men are en-
listed in the desperates fight for freedom, for ALL
forever
And fighting beside each man is enlisted his
Mother.
Every man in camp and field and on the sea-,
feels her beside him.
Living or dead, she clothes his daily duties with
the companionship Of her spirit, and shield and
buckler Of her silent love. To be away from Moth
er, to miss her little nameless, aforementioned
acts Of kindness and of love- to see no more Of her
beloved face, is for these boys flashing reveal
tion of Mothers dearness.
We hear much of the Importance of an army's
morale
Mothers are its chief source. To most men
Mothers will and wisdom was the first authority,
ana Motners good opinion IS still the highest re-
ward. Facing the most serious decision of life,
before future mysterious and dangerous, they
turn cropping to that first and dearest Judge.
Mother would be ashamed if failed in duty
or courage Mother thinks it's the right thing for
me to go-and can depend on Motherv'
TO have won, by love- courage, and self-sacri-
flee, such reward Of trust and faith from son,
and to be able to give that son. so fine creation,
to the service of an ideal still finerthat is the
Crown Of Life to War-Mothers.
To vision that son, her little boy, beyond her
care. beset with nameless dangers, sad with q
lonlness unspeakable his dear body torn and brok-
en- in the very hour Of his supreme service that
is the nightly and daily Cross of War for Mothers
And yet
We sometimes think Of battlefields, CHASTITY
still, and drenched with crimson dew after the