Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-05-30
Crits and Gravel
(By T. MOSES JONES'

| 1t is no ones fault that l did not
receive this letter in time, but tet-
| ter late than not all all. And after
i. you have read the letter, will have
/ just a few words to say. And here's
he letter:
| f. Moses Jones,
| The Henderson Dispatch,
Henderson, N. c.
| Dear Sir:
| l read your column every day and
l feel that you have a great oppor-
tunity to present a real human in
terest story to a great many people.
| You have also expressed a wish to
have suggestions for your column and
/ am taking you at your word ana
| hope you will find it convenient as
| well as agreeable to present The Pop
| Ply Program for me this week.
We are planning to have the sale
| next Saturday, May %, and I want
| to give as much publicity as I can
/ to the progrm this week. If you could
| find it convenient to write about the
peoples for the Friday issue of The
Henderson Dispatch MAY 27th)
| IIlIIh IL WOulO De ulOSC 0II6CLlVC.
There is an old and true saying
F., that Americans do not need to be in
formed nearly as much as to be re-
f, minded. It is never difficult to
arouse public feeling, to awaken the
public conscience. The difficulty lies
/ in keeping it awake. So it is impor-
tant that we recall to the minds of
the people the fact that they are for
! getting the very thing which they
| must never forget-that this was their
war; that the men who fought and
bled and died did so, not merely for
themselves, but for all America. They
| thought they were fighting a war to
end war, and it is certainly not their
| fault if the whole thing failed miser-
ably.
| Twenty-one years ago the flower of
our young manhood marched away
with flags flying and bands playing
and proudly and loudly the citizens
! proclaimed that they were their men
eff he's yours when you call him and
arm him,
| And send him in haste to the fray
He's yours when he falters,
! He's yours at the end of the day."
| Back in the dark days of 1918 when
| our boys went into a strange land
and among strange people-to face
the greatest ordeal of their lives,
have wondered how they felt towards
| those of us who stayed behind and
cheered them on. l imagine they fell
that we were a bulwark upon which
they could always depend regardless
of the outcome of this terrific adj
venture. That helped. They knew we
| were expecting great things of them
and they could not fail. They did not
all. We pledged ourselves to stand by
and we must not fail them now.
i When those remaining and
MANNED and heartbroken over their
comrades left on the battlefield-met
in Paris to form themselves into a
,Legion-with the determinations to
carry on-dO you wonder they called
themselves the American Legion? TIL
word that typified the homeland and
haven where they longed to lay down
their weary burden and rest.
1t has been said that where the
blood was shed on the battlefield the
little red flower (Flanders poppiesl
sprang up in profusion, as if to re
mind us of the great sacrifice made.
So the little red poppy was chosen
by the American Legion and Amer
lean Legion Auxiliary as the Memo
rial Flower, because it flourishes in
Flanders and rural France where SO
many of our boys lie buried. We wear
poppy on Poppy Day as a Memorial
TO Our War Dead
There are thousand and thousands
(not as many as there were) who
came back, but are sick, mentally and
physically. Some i'll with tuberculosis,
some blind, some without arms and
legs and some whose minds are gone
and so we must remember them. The
little red poppy, springing from the
graves of our dead soldiers, seems to
say to us, Help my poor sick T.uddies
for my sake. It seems to be a mes
sage from the Great Beyond. We buy
poppy on Poppy Day to help ou1
Sick Disabled Buddies.
These little red flowers are made
by the disabled veterans with very
little or no compensation This work
has been a godsend to hundreds ano
thousands Of men each year, for il
. has helped them to endure the long