Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1919-01-21

delighted became as much part of our consciousness
as are the and the moon and stars; you invited
negro with you the White House and the entire
South screamed at and later troops did some
thing that you considered wrong and you stern and
the entire North shrieked at smashed through
the unges of Africa South America and glored in
the blood of the animals like butcher parad-
ed through all Europe with grand old Roosevean
blare before you; you back to fell
politics with the old cowboy yp" and went down
smashngly defeat throughout the European the
your hunders almost drowned the cannonad
ing and the groans of the wounded and dying;-but
through it all, you FIGHTING, you were LIVING,
you vitality embodying huge sections of Amerf-
psychology American life tradition and aspiration
Affection brutality egotsm-certainly you full
of all these things. But there thing all loved
about youand that your everlasting outspokenness
consigned you enemies right and left the Ananias
club you called beloved president traitor in the
midst of Americas greatest you scofed at the idea
of league world peace brazenly assured that
there would always be war and that the only thing to
do to ourselves the teeth and he prepared to
blow enemies finders, But how loved hear
you thunder and how'll Washington noble and state
y Lincoln homey and humorous Wilson is eloquent and
full of idealism-but when go through gallery
Of national heroes will there always be great statue
OF grnning like ape armed with big stick but
courageous, outspoken strenuous embodiment of so
much that is most crude and good and vital in Amer-
life Your deeds had the taste of meat, your
words like the great believing winds that come
in. rough and keen from the You drove words
and phrases language with the primal force OF
caveman hammering the earth with a club snatched
from tree You smashed with the word red blood
ed" you bu1eed with that old word liar" which you
vigor, you taught what big stick meant,
you insisted trying to reform spelling foot
hall army, our family, What woman. Thirty years
old children yet Be bitterly ashamed! See to it
you bear chiren to become soldiers who raise
blazes all the universe! What, you men! Can't
YOU box? Can't you ride broncho? Can't you shoot?
Don't You love to wallow in blood Shame you!
You're man, you're MoLLYCoDDLE! Thus it
that you howled at as And we howed back at you
called you miserable old blatherskte and soapboxer
and imperialis everything else could think of
But it great sport and you loved it, and loved
it, With you alive American life was great snow
ball battle And never knew when you would hit
and when would hit you 1t all in the game
And now you are dead Elephant hunter, job hunter.
broncho buster politician hero mperialis knight grand
old American. noble Old fghter-yeu are dead and
lower our flags to half for you But flag viii
stay down at half for you long, old scrapper No
American will remain silent long for YOU cid talker We
will pay tribute your memory best by living tumult-
uously hugely inspiringy, hitting right and left
gorying in own spunk and in the spunk OF OPP
ponens trying live like you lived fight like YOU fought
die like you died
Theodore Rooseyelt-your body IS dead but your soul
win march on as John Browns did-for your soul
strenuous and strong AmercA--San Jose Calf Even
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