The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1918-03-08
NOW,sAYs MARTHA
This No Time for DaiIying Win
the War"
She Would Have Al the People Get
Together on That One Idea.
"Not an Afternoon Tea
We're In"
BY JULIA M. LIPPMAN Of The vigi.
lantes.

BY JULIA M. LIPPMAN Of The vigi-
lantes.
Big Sam Slawson halted on his own
side porch to stamp the snow off his
boots before letting himself into the
kitchen.
A hand from within turned the knob
Of the door. A voice from within adj
| dressed him through the narrow open
ing.
"Come along in, Sam. Hurry! I'll
clear up your tracks, but don't stand
there preparin' any longer. You'll give
| US all our deaths. Besides, / can't wait
to hear If they're speedin' up the war
like they'd ought to. We got to get In
right of or it'll be too late"
Very deliberately Sam shook the
| white drifts from his shoulders and
hat-brim, crossed the threshold and
closed the door after him.
"You can't do things so quick as you
/ seem to think, Martha" he observed
In his slow, cautious fashion.
"Vhy can't you?"
Because this Is a democracy. De-
mOcracies slowly"
"They needn't If all the people get to-
gether on the one idea of winning this
wal. 1t don't make any difference to
| me whether it's a democracy n a re-
public or a socialism, or a prohibi-
ton, or one Of them n~ew-fangled Rus
sian samovar-things they talk SO much
about -flage-no,
bolshiviki, that's 1t. 1t all comes
right down to this, so far as I a
see: Unless we stop fussing about
names, forget what party we belong
to, we're going to lose out on this
war. And you've got a boy over
there, and a family over here and
you're an American, Sam Slawson, and
It's up to you-it's up to us-U. S.
not to lose out on this war;"
allow are we going to prevent it,"
"By getting together. that's how.
Every mothers son and daughter Of us
pulling together the one way-a long
pull and q strong pull and a pull all
together. The sort OF pull that1l land
our troops Of the other side a million
strong before the Germans can get In
their fine work this spring. The trou-
BILE is that up to this there's been too
many ladies and gen'lmen talkin' their
heads of about pacifsm and red tape
and any old thing that happens to be
their pet IDEAS II the thing we're
In was an afternoon tea. Forget It,
that's my notion! Forget It! There's
only one thing to remember these
days: 1T WE DON'T WIN, THE
BOOBIES WILL"
Sam sighed.
"Well. 1t certainly = a problem
= III the curiosities at Washington
haven't got the right answer to the
problem by this time why, all I got
to say. is, invite 'em to step down and
out and give a new bunch a chance.
It might annoy 'em. We can't help
that. The Boches are %annoyin' rs.
And they mean to keep right on an
noyin' us unless we do something and
do 1t quick"
II hate war;" lamented Sam.
"Sure you do. So do !. So does
everybody. / hate having my boy shot
at. I hate having girls and little chill
dren ruined and MANNED. l hate hav-
ing old women and men starved and
froze and burned. That's why I want
us to get q move on-because I hate
II"
Sans eyes were misty.
"Oh, Martha! / wish / could see the
end Of It. We're In a terribly tight place
Just now. We're mp a treei I tell you,
we're up q tree !"
glance.
up a tree1 Sure we're up q tree.
So was that little fella In the Bible.
What's-his-name3 Zaccheus7 Zacche-
us was up q tree. to. And that's
where he saw the Lord from"