The Kansas City sun. (Kansas City, Mo.) 1908-1924, 1918-02-02
LORD, HOW LONG!

Face to face with the greatest prob
lem that ever beset America, wherein
it's form of government is made a
pawn in the war against the monarchi-
cal governments of Europe; wherein
we have laid down the challenge our
selves that Democracies are best for
the people! Notwithstanding that we
have advanced of the American peo-
pies money $4,235, 100000 to our. allies
with a view to a vindication of our
view of the rights of the people, the
average American has not awakened
to the fact that this country cannot
win the war without the fullest SYM
pathy and united support of the TO-
100000 Negroes who contribute just
one-tenth of the entire population of
the United States.
There has been no seeking for the
sympathy of the American Negro in
the war; although he has bottled his
feelings and has gone forth with all
of his might in behalf of the flag; and
to show you with what reception he
is getting, we are taking the liberty
to quote from one George Patullo,
whose name would suggest that he is
''Dago" recently given, either to
himself or an immediate ancestor the
asylum of free America, whose insti-
tutions were built with the Drawn of
black hands. However this Pattullo
is white man, or so assumes and is
writing funny stuff from the seat of
war to The Saturday Evening Post OF
Philadelphia. This is the way he re-
fers to the Negro soldiers who are in
France fighting that "the world may
be safe for Democracy"
"Well, well, who have we here? Sam
says in a minute. AS l live, there's
some of Jack Johnson's family! And
looked and there was gang of dar-
kies dressed up like soldiers and they
was clearing away all the mess from
the old battle-ground.
lust then one of them swung his
pick and Blewey!-a dud-which is
shell playing dead-blowed everything
sky-high. He had hit it, j. G. and
never expected to see one of them
black babies no more, but after the
country had come down again there
they was beating it for cover like
flock of quail
THE smokes dove down into a dug
out and scattered up and down an old
| trench, and when we got near one
hollers out, Stretchah bearers this
way!
rs there anything wrong with my
hearing, say Sam, or has that tar
baby got an English accent? Down
at the port where l landed, he says,
one tried to pull some French on me,
what do you know about it!
We'll, they keut hollering for street
cher bearers, so l poked my head in
side the dugout and asked how many
was hurt.
"My whole platoon is wiped out" P"
yells the sergeant.
There's quite a bunch of 'em in
sight, I tells him. Round them up. .
80 he calls the roll and sure
enough every last one was there ex-
cept the guy with the pick, and we
never did find him.
"Then Sam wants the sergeant's S
name.
Why do you awsk that, says the ser
geant.
Because want to recommend you
for the Victoria Cross.
Pray don't do that. 1 only done my
duty, says the coon, and then we come
away"
There can be some excuse for this
? Pattullo for the possibility of his
accident of birth by section or en-
vironment to bring about a personal
hatred of the Negro; but just why
. The Saturday Evening Post, of whose
boasted 100000 readers, 100000
are Negroes, should undertake to
afford a medium for this rank insult
to the loyal colored people of this
country is deep mystery.
This much is true: That there
must be some unanimity of spirit and
action between those who are going
out against the Hohenzollerns and the
Hapsburgs or this country is bound
, to be surprised at the result. If part
fthe white contingent feels called
upon to refer to the most loyal people
in the army as "coons," 'tar-babies,
etc., there are sure to be reciproca
tions of insults that will not add any
thing to the service.
Phil H. Brown in Hopkinsville
(Ky.) News.
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