The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1918-08-25

MI. many entries. we are al.
ways sure Of good prize
winners and deserving honorable men
tons. also plenty Of other interesting
material to print. But once or twice
It has happened that the Sock Songs
printed have almost exhausted the
real worth Of q weeks batch. Several
times. on the other hand, there has
been q genuine embarrassment Of
riches. So II was week before last.
when the Jury OF award longed for a
Philadelphia lawyer with a taste for
verse to help select the best. Then
scores were good. And SO it has been
In making the selections for to-day.
There have been weeks-and very
fair weeks, too. as we have thought
them-in which any one of to-day's
ten honorable mentions would have
furnished the third prize winner. at
least. a mighty hard run for its money,
or rather for its dollars worth of wool.
Every week few former contest
ants write in requesting to be notified
II their Songs were published, or will
bC. ~ cCCHt5 III " say THAT tII6
only notification made is this page Of
the Sunday Sun. also. that IL you do
not see your Sock Song in The Sun
on the Sunday following the Wednes-
day by which 1t should have reached
US, you may know it has been duly
and carefully considered, and regret
fully rejected.
Keep q Duplicate, Safest Way.
However. when a contestant en-
closes postage and requests to have
rejected songs returned, we always
comply. A stamped and self ad-
dressed envelope is any authors best
provision for return. II Sock Singers
keep their efforts for future reference
they ought to keep duplicate manu-
scripts-also a good practice In SUBJ
hitting any kind of writing anywhere
First prize this week Is awarded to
Constance Entwistle Hoar of Suffern,
N. T., on the merits Of a little paean
OF such triumph as begins to be justi-
ned by the steadily mounting good
news from the western front. She
has the satisfaction Of finishing first Of
q strong field.
The second prize winner, E. G..
Mlnro of 80 Grove street, Waterbury.
Conn, has touched a new chord in Sock
music. Songs Of the Sock itself, songs
to the recipient Of the Sock, prayers for
the recipients safety. mother songs and
every sort Of Joke, prod at the enemy.
and airy ingenuity there have been in
abundance. But this prize winner.
published with the others elsewhere
on this page, Is the first Of its appeal
ing kind.
We wonder, with interest, whether
e. G. Munro is not. like ourselves. An
admirer Of the poetry Of Edwin Ar
lington Robinson. There is more than
a little suggestion Of his manner in
these lines. To our taste, II any one
cares for it, Robinson is Americas
foremost living poet-and we say so
with full knowledge and high appreci-
alton of the work of Vachel Lindsay
Edgar Lee Masters. Amy Lowell. Rob-
ert Frost and-your favorite, who
ever he or she may be!
The Tighter vein" idea returns to
prize winning honors with a revised
version of "Mary's Lamb" by Mrs.
Emma N. Carleton Of New Albany,
Ind, to which third prize is awarded.
Mrs. Cartoons little joke proved ire
sistible to the jury, displacing several
first rate Sock Songs of a more serious
kind, which will be found among the
honorable mentions:
Behold the wounds of France!
See how they have fiayed her! Wit
ness her pain.
How can we. Columbia's freemen,
Ere she be healed, know peace again?
Then knit. We friends Of France!
Your needles yet may save her Labor
is prayer.
To safeguard her saviours' footsteps
In march victorious; be this your care
Behold the wounds Of France!
Protect her. men Over There!
FLORENCE I. LA BARE.
Midland Park. N. J.
"Knit one. purl three. knit one"
Across and back, incessantly.
Runs the amber CLEAN through the web
of gray;
The mind of the knitter drifts away
To Flanders fields where peoples blow.
As she counts her stitches. row on row.
And she prays as she knits. so soft and
low:
"God grant that the crosses may not
grow
In Flanders land"'
Mrs. L. A. MILLER.
71s North Cascade avenue, Colorado
Springs.
Knit, knit, knit for the soldiers gone
over the sea,
Click. click, click till you've knitted
another like me.
o the sailor keeps watch in the masthead
And the sniper looks out from his tree
For Democracy's call is the watchword
for all
Till the world and its Kingdoms are
free.
30 knit, knit, knit for the lads who are
over the sea,
And click, keep the needles a knitting
Till you've knitted another like me.
GEORGE GRADY.