New-York tribune., 1918-11-10
FLAMING war or quiet peace, an army
still looks to you!

r. still looks to you!
Four million Americans have offered
themselves to battle; four million Ameri-
cans depend on you to-day for all the backing
a great nation can give. Tomorrow, if the
fight goes on, or they return once more to the
quiet ways they left behind, their comfort and
all their spiritual content rest on you. They
are your blood, all of them They gave for
YOU. 1t is your turn now
Morale is thing to speak of and under
stand. 1t is not thing to see or hear, though
its results are on every hand One soldier
may have it and impart it magically to
thousand. An army may possess it, and one
lonely khaki-clad figure added to the mass be
transformed by the impulses of it coursing
magcally through his body and brain. Morale
is the soul of great crowds. Without it armies
are dead things, disintegrated and feeble
Possessed by it, they live have surgine,
irresistible movement, are carried on and up
BY it, across every barricade to victory
Morale is the color in the soldiers face:
1t is the ring in his voice and the sturdiness in
his body and the energy of his spirit. It lives
and makes him live.
Whatever lives and grows must be rooted.
lhe spirit of the millions who have given
themselves to fight Americas battle comes
from the million homes of America. You
who hope and believe, you who have a faith
that does not tire and an outstretched open
hand, whose friendly voice carries across wind
swept seas and bloody, smoking helds-it is
with you that the battle issue rests in the
eno 1t IS your hope that carries the bayonet
across the reeking trenches, your voice that
speaks out of the whistling shells and beats
back against the enemy line.
there are moments in battle when the
tremendous ~ loneliness of the single human
ale Is almost overpowering. 1t is then that
the shocked mechanism of the soldiers mind
and body needs visible sign of alliance, a
proof OF brotherhood, testimony to the de-
votion OF the world behind him for which he
giving his spirit and blood. But if he needs
you then, he needs you more when he has
dropped his bayonet and turned his ewes out
. OF the wasted horizons of Flanders across to
me dlm skyline which seems to portend the
way 5 home. When the thunder of the guns is
s'iled and these four million rest in moments
u contemplation from the discipline which
.ds ~ held them clearly in the stern paths of
"e.r sp DUTY, what will you have to offer them?
~ Our sons and brothers" said Cardinal
ui'ooons' u brothers of our hesh," and though
a'ey ask silently, the question remains for
you to answer it.
;, !" is to create the answer, splendid and
aue9uate answer, that these seven great Or
sanlzatlons of the United War Work Cam
pssn have beeen banded together.
w AK IS movement of great masses; by
49,: ns very nature it seems to be prejudiced
against the single man. 1t needs special and
saa'que concentration of effort, of conscious
Sb;'t' Sdo'i' to make way against this prejudice
.olI: "'Icn Is inherent in the process of war The
s.olers OF America are in greater need of this
1M1senton Mso than the soldiers of any other land.
h.':y h,A:y are the fine sons of new land, the
ns rs.aage OF all the elder bloods. Each ex-
nssses ess that living thing which is the Ameri-
H.. ,a spirit In his own way. There are more
an seven kinds of fighting men in the
nsIa I'can armies, even seven times seven
bbs,naps; bs"a but these great organizations which
combined to see that the American