The potters herald. [volume] (East Liverpool, Ohio) 1899-1982, 1944-10-12

About "a hours of re-enactment OF
Black Friday, 1929 would settle the
whole issue.
If for that short space we could
again go through just one day OF con-
ditions as they were-what a memory
| jolter that would be!
| There were suicides in those days.
Men shot themselves. Men jumped
from high windows. Men jumped into
rivers.
They did these final things because
they just couldn't physically or men,
tally stand the strain of ruin, of hun
CRY mouths, of uncertainty about
whether there would ever be to-
morrow of hope
Old men walked the streets, hunting
some little job that would get quar-
ter for them-just a quarter for
nights lodging in dirty flop house.
Old and weary men hunted for
crumbs and the gutter wasn't too dirty
place to reach if therein might lie
a crust or an apple core.
But so many have forgotten. They
have forgotten the shivering men sell
ing apples and pencils on stormy
street corners :. the men back from
Mons and Chateau Thierry, from lousy
trenches and the Hindenburg line.
SO many have forgotten what the
Il Laf
all closed for trip to the cleaning
vats and a return to life with safety
for the depositor and grip pried
loose from the necks of little men.
And, too, so many have forgotten the
Little group of wilful men, in the
Senate who tripped and trapped Wood
dow Wilson until he died broken and
shorn of the victory he planned for
the world and our own nation.
Today, as we fight another war to
certain victory, after which we can, if
we will, write true peace to safe
guard freedom, men forget these
pieces of history and they heedlessly
cry for a return to ''normaP'-as if we
could return to anything.
We are on road that has no turn
ing back. 1t only goes toward the
future.
The old cannot return, no matter
what some of us want. Tomorrow will
be different from that yesterday of
pain and of plotting.
1t must be our determination to let
none stand in the way of building a
better tomorrow-one in which men
everywhere can live in peace, in free
dom, in security and without any
haunting fear of another terrible war.
We are not yet out Of this war. We
may have fairly long road to travel
and one crimsoned with the blood of
many men.
We must go that road in grim de-
but we cannot afford to
minds firmly against any of the greedi-
ness and chicanery that will lead to
another war or that will lead to street
corner apple selling at home
There surely is in our nation
for holding on a true course,
for guarding against greed and against
men of smooth words who do not see
the common good.
If we could have just that 24-hour
stretch of re-enacted Black Friday our
people, with fresh impressions in their
minds, would have no wandering doubt
about what to do or how to do it.
Greed and thickness wouldn't have
a chance.
But men do forget. They have for
gotten 1t is a natural thing, but just
now an unfortunate thing.
Men forget easily the painful things.
Nobody remembers the feel of last
years hurt no matter how severe it
may have been.
But do remember, Americans. Do
where we stood I'm that fate
ful year.
Do remember where we were drift
ng. Do remember the hopelessness and
he sorrow and the suffering of men
md women and children.
Remember with revived and true
picture of those days.
Let us then highly resolve that it =
'hall not happen to us again !-CA1W.