The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1920-01-27

we fail to make this world DeCCer
world we are traitors to our trust,
we have betrayed our dead!
Let me read you their last will and
testament, that sacred indenture of
trust. 1t is written in words of fire
on the horizon of his world:
eve are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
"Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To YOU from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If We break faith with US who die
We shall not sleep, though peoples
grow
In Flanders fields"
With such a sacred charge l want
to ask if we are to forget the lessons
of this war? Are we to descend from
the mountain top of vision to the lev
ell of the sleepy commonplace?
Let us never forget that it was the
Confederate veteran of 1906, the
great fighting man of his day, who
returned home and rebuilt his war
swept south of that day with no help
from outside and has made it the
glorious, prosperous south of today
And that it was the inspiration
and example of these warrior fathers
that nerved the hearts and strength
ened the hands of our brave sons OF
! 1918 when they donned the khaki
and went across the seas to show the
world that hero men breed hero men
unto the third generation. Such men
as these are not going to suffer their
reunited nation to be rent asunder
| by revolutionary agitatOrs, whose
purposes run counter to every prln-
ciple of Americanism.
Are we to forget the flag of our
country, throw it on the shelf, con-
sign Old Glory to dust and decay
while the red flag gathers its follow
ers?
Well does a northern magazine re-
mark in observing the signs of the
times: "The south of today is Amerl-
cas- bulwark against the rising tide
of bolshevism."
Are we to go to sleep while
through our open doors these foreign
enemies of our civilization sneak in
to our land to poison the well-springs
of liberty. undermine the fOunda-
tons of our free institutions and pre-
pare to make slaves of our sons and
our sons sons?
No. By the eternal God, Old Glory!
In peace, as in war, we are gong
to avenge thy dissertation! Beloved
flag of our country, magnificent en-
lblem of all, standing for freedom OF
thought, for freedom of worship, for
the sanctity of our homes and the
purity of our women-beautiful Red,
White and Blue, to US
''There's no such red in budding
rose, in falling leaf or sparkling wine
there's no such white in April bios
SONS. in crescent moon or mountain
snow; there's no such blue in wo-
mans eyes, in ocean depths or heaV-
ems dome; there's no such pageantry
of clustering stars and streaming
light in all the spectrum of sea and
sky"
In the meantime, let us gather our
clear-brained and clean-hearted sons
and daughters together, and to the
music of Dixie and America let US re-
consecrate them to lives of loyal de.
r votion to their country; let us tell
) them the stories of the heroes of the
) sixties, whose bravery and fidelity
furnished inspiration for those other
heroes of 1918.
Then will dawn that day, foretold
of old, following the last great bat
tie of the world, that day when there
will be peace on earth and good will
, in the hearts of the children of men
And to crown this, the day of all
days of the year, let us dedicate a
new flag, and as its majestic stars
and stripes slowly ascend upon the
standard and finally give its glorious
colors to the breeze let us join in one
impulse in singing America!
America:
Beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain.
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brother
hood
From sea to shining sea!