The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1918-03-07

all OF his papers, including the San
Francisco Examiner, Los Angeles Ex-
aminer and all OF his papers in the
East 1t took like wildfire, and no
wonder. 1t is the most absorbing and
wonderful story of all times. And
true, too.
Now comes The Silver State with
the glad news for its readers that we
have secured exclusive publishing
rights in the city of Winnemucca.
The date for the commencement of
this marvel-story has not yet been set,
but it will be ascertained soon.
What is war? War is smashing
the enemy, killing them. destroying
them, wiping them out.
I'm few months long casualty lists
will appear in the newspapers and In
front of newspaper Offices. Names of
dear ones will constantly appear in
these lists under the captions; Killed,
wounded, missing.
I'VE will read a name in these lists
and then. in imagination, will cross
the Atlantic and see what it means.
1--WE are in France. 1t is night. We
come to a ruined, shell-destroyed vii
lage. In the red glare of a bursting
German shell We see piles of broken
bricks and stone. shattered walls and
streets choked with scattered debris.
1--WE pass into a field dotted with
she'll holes and huge piles of tossed up
earch.
Another shell bursts and In its
blood-red light we see dark, strange
looking object in front of us. 1t is an
artillery timber and a gun, demolished
by shell. Dead men and horses are
lying around it. What is that shape
less object huddled against the hub of
that spokeless wheel? 1t is the man
gled body of one of our boys, one of
our Sammies, perhaps our father, our
husband. our brother or sweetheart
He is in the uniform of Uncle Sam.
His name we read in the casualty list.
Americans, if you want these cas-
ualty lists to lengthen day after day,
week after week. month after month,
year after year, just sit in idleness.
But If you want to shorten them
and see Sammy come marching home.
with German helmet on his bayonet,
and Me und Gott' by the scruff of the
neck. get out and do your bit. and DO
1T Now"
ARTHUR GUY EMPEY."
That is Empey's message to Ameri-
cans. He knows what he is talking
about, too. The man at home, sitting
at his own fireside. surrounded by the
comforts to which he is accustomed,
may try, the actual conditions on the
European battle fronts. Ii all seems
unreal, fantastic. 1t is hard for him
to realize that real flesh and blood
men, like himself, men who love life
as he loves it, men with loved ones,
like his. at home. are enduring the
dnspeakable miseries of Undiscovered
trenches, are fighting and dying as
men have fought and died before, en-
turing hardships uncomplainingly and
meeting death calmly for love of
country and devotion to a great prin-
ciple.
Empey is the one man. of all who
have written about the war. who has
been able to make all this seem real
20 the man at home. And ii is easy to
understand why this is so. Empey
writes of his own experiences and
things which he actually saw
II is probable that no other writer
knows as Empey does what it really
means to be wounded seven times; to
live for year and a half with mud
rats and shells; to go "over the top"
in wild charge into the very Jaws
of death; to grasp gas helmet when
a seconds delay means certain suffo-
cation; to get tangled up in barb-wire
with a machine gun splitting death a
few yards ahead; to lie for thirty-six
hours wounded and unconscious in Ne
Mans Land.
Most war-books discuss the cause
of the war or its political aspects. II
they describe the fighting they gen
orally deal with the far-off observa
tions of a war correspondent. an au
thor who pays brief visit TO the
trenches or IN ambulance driver oc-
casionally under fire.
Empey lived war He tells just
what the fighting men have done and
how they have done it, He knows be-
cause he was one of them. For year