New-York tribune., 1918-07-22
Quakers in Khok;
By Sarah Addington
no ONE who has been brought s..
Quaker air, the latest bulletln 9.

h1chmond' Ind, gives twist to the colI,.
story that is nothing short Of amazi,.
story beginning as it did in the no...,
house and peace councils Of that on,
campus. but, lcaping over chapter, !,
come to its climax on the battlefield. :,
France.
For the Quakers going to war ~.
the news Of their going makes strange r.,,
ing If you know the beginning. II is as4
an author had changed his plot in the ma
die, transplant:ng his scenery and whisk.s
his characters off without so much rs f.
goodby to the breathless reader As vn
read, the very physical words in the bule.,
are startling.
johnson, b., army, captain" Tha o!de,.
Quaker namo in the state. appearing as I,
has for years on the records of the rno,.
peace-loving Of all religions. now with
military title after it! Those four word,
form one of the great paradoxes Of the va,
an incongruity that the lis. repeats In al.
most every line.
For it isn't the halfway Quaker boz,
whose names monopolize that list-thoss
who were Quaker by birth, bur turned on,
to be free lance by preference. The verv
istuff of which the Quaker settlement on.
there is maze has gone to war. A new Gle.
ment has fused into Quaker blood now
vision has presented itself to Quaker ewes
a new kind of love for peace has come in,0
Quaker noarts, love that is so flaming and
hot that it Is willing to fight for peace
Undoubtedly the older Friends are mourn
ing the heat of youth that is sending their
sons and their sons sons 70 France with
bayonet over their shoulders and will 70
kill in their hearts. And, CT course MANY
Aof the younger ones have not gone. Blu.
the roster is growing rapidly, and more
Quaker homes are showing service aags
every day.
1t was not always easy for the Young
Friend 20 decide whether war for him vas
right or wrong, either. There's Robert
VI, of one of the ssrictest iaInilies in
the county, who went through agonies be.
fore he could make up his mind, but Robert
to-day is in France. Frederick Il wrote
W Ilo iiioAHcl, WHO was ib tl3tG OUT NrNlY
against his serving in any but reconstruc.
tion capacity: "Thee must not blame me for
this. | cannot stay away any longer,' and
went last January. Fred had his ambulance
fattened into an omelet the other day
"Thee may better believe was glad to be
on the other side of the road, he writes
And SO the record runs along A class.
10 x,-t,, ~,
in France to-day. One old football coach,
Quaker to the bone. is IA The army one Of
our "boy preachers who earned mis- way
through college by preaching around tie
countryside, is lieatenant. Aud the grs
are in Palestine with the Rcd Gross in
France with the y N. c. A and at Phill-
delpha with the Emergency Fleet
The class of '1S of Earlham College dedi-
Gated their class book to their classmates
who left college halls for the service Of
our country and humanity" to "our soldiers
who have put on manhood with khaki. who
have taken hold of their duty 10 the Stars
and Stripes with detcrminatio ion end s.ou.
hearts in the splendid belief hat the war is
ours and its cause worth fighting for" and
to "our Quakers who have offered them.
selves for service overseas, to put fresh
spirit into dsheartened ally by reclaim.
ing her devastated fields caring for her sick
and wounded and rebuilding her homes in
noble fidelity to Quaker faith"
The class of II has service fac. and
service poem, which, the bulletin says. msy
well express the spirit Of Alma Mater tow
ard all her students in the war" The noem
IS q beautiful thing, written by Alice Mary
Doane Leach, Of the Gr4mercy Park Friends
Meeting House, of this city:
THE HONOR ROLL
Not those who stand with backward shrink
ing gaze
And hug their own small loves and petty
gains,
Content with soft, warm hooks ard easy
days,
While warfare In world Of sorrow
These could not live contently at ease,
And sleep and hoard and smile, while
Horrors hand
Is moving Europe, ard intent to seize
With bloodstained fingers clutches at
our land.
No wild regretting, no desparing tear
For these whose eyes have gimpsed
coming dawn,
Whose hearts the weeping of the great
world hear.
Who hearing, answer; answering, are
gone.
High hope be ours, and brave and singing
lips
For these, Our Own, because their hope
Is Aigh
To fling their lives against the death that
grips
A million souls, to break that grip-Or
die.
These ere all indications of the war spirit
OF that college. But it remained for the
writer to put her foot in it, and by so dong
to get an unanswerable statement Of tho
sentiment ont there. For when we, a'