The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1944-10-20
CHERRY TREE
Whers with eur Little Hatchet We tell
the truth absut many things. ssnetines
profoundly. Sometimes Aippantly. sene-
timea recklessly.

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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-
tions as they were-what 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 mem
tally stand the strain of ruin, of hum
CRY mouths, Of uncertainty about
whether there would even be to-
morrow of hope.
Old men walked the streets, hunt
ing for some little job of work to do
some little job that would get a
quarter for then-just quarter for
nights lodging in dirty flop house.
Old and weary men hunted for
crumbs and the gutter wasn't too
dirty a place to reach if therein might
lie crust or an apple core.
But so many have forgotten. They
have forgotten the shivering men
selling 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
banks did to them before they were
all closed for a trip to the cleaning
watts and 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
Woodrow 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 return to "normal"-as if
we could return to anything.
We are on road that has no turn
ing back. 1t only goes toward the fu-
| ture.
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-
, termination, but we cannot afford tc
wait until war ends before we set ou1
minds firmly against any Of the
greediness and chicanery that will
lead to another war or that will leac
to street corner apple selling at home
There surely is in our nation a ca.
pacity for holding on true course
for guarding against greed anc
against men of smooth words who dc
not see the common good.
If we could have just that 24-houl
stretch of re-enacted Black Friday oul
people, with fresh impressions in Their
minds, would have no wandering
doubt about what to do or how to de
it.
Greed and thickness wouldn't have
a chance.
But men do forget. They have for
gotten. 1t is natural thing, but JUS
now an unfortunate thing.
Men forget easily the painful
things. No body remembers the fee
of last years hurt, no matter hov
severe it may have been.
/ But do remember, American. Do re
member where we stood in that fate
full year.