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THE CADUCEUS.
The Caduceus fui^value.
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and affairs.
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THE SPIRIT OF VICTORS
A year ago America began to land troops on the soil of Europe. The
first companies were treading the streets of London and entering the
capitol city of Prance during the third week of June. 1917.
“The Sammies are here!” went up the cry.
Thousands_ and thousands—the curious, the patriotic, the hopeful—men,
women and children—hurried to line the streets of those cities in response
to the glad acclaim. They cheered, sang and threw up hats as the first
troops from “The States”—the rugged, hardened marines—tramped the
pavement.
The new comers, expected to bring to their war worn allies the spirit
of that wonderful land where Liberty fearlessly lifts her blazing torch in
the harbor of the free, were .apparently unmindful of the shouting and
song. Their faces were set, their eyes to the front, as they beat out the
tramp-tramp-tramp of the perfectly trained marines.
There was a touch of disappointment for those who clapped their hands
and wept with joy and cried hysterically, “Sammies!” “Sammies!”
Foreign newspapers of that day commented on the difference of the
parade of the American troops from that of the other allies. The British
in passing always smiled to those who cheered. The French sang and
nodded in glee. The Scotch, merriest of all, danced along the street while
the multitude cried “Hoot mon!” But the Americans—just tramp, tramp,
tramp—with faces set.
“Solemn blokes,” said the British.
“Tres serieue”, remarked the French.
Out upon the battle front went Columbia’s soldiers. They have been
there through all the black days that have followed. They were the heroes
of Chateau-Thierry; they were the keepers of a sector of the Marne and not
a Teuton passed their line. Their engineers dropped pick and shovel and
grasped a foreign made rifle to hold a six mile pass—and did it, to the
wonder of the world. They have met the crack fighters of Germany—the
Saxons and Prussians—and have hurled them back and taken prisoners.
“To make the world safe for democracy.”
That was the charge of our fighters and it was indeed a serious obliga
tion. The passing year has shown that it was delivered to men worthy of
Lexington and Saratoga and San Juan hill. In their set faces was the
determination to ask no quarter and to strike with the double strength of
freemen. The light of liberty was in those stern eyes of theirs.
“■W^ are here, Lafayette,” General Black Jack Pershing said, a year ago,
as he stood by the tomb of that gallant Frenchman.
Pershing spoke for the hundreds then in France and for the thousands
to follow. He spoke for those who have gone down in the fiercest of the
fight. . He spoke for those now in training and whose faces will have the
same sober set when they march through French towns on their way to
the front.
“Justice must no fail.”
Germany has felt the shock of the solemn motives of the American
warriors who fight like tigers and with never a thought of quitting the fray.
That is why the Teuton commanders, send out the encouragement, “No
Americans there,” when they order a rush on a sector.
“Liberty or death.”
The serious men who see little glamor in their quest ,and yet who
know no fear, are there to stay to the finish. Behind them are the billions
of dollars, made by American commerce and industry in the days when we
were branded as “the careless people.” Back of them are billions and
billions of bushels of grain, raised by a nation which has taken on the
determined spirit of those stern men who carried our blessings and our
prayers across the seas a year ago. Back of them is the unconquerable
spirit of freemen.
It is an iron determination that means victory.
An excellent article in this issue
of The Caduceus call attention to the
practical value of Sunday church at
tendance.
Undue emphasis can not be placed
upon that practice which should be a
part of the life of every soldier. Base
Hospital officers have arranged all
schedules so that attendance at 'one
service at least during the day is
possible.
Jt is in the atmosphere of worship
that we get nearest lo the fine things
that We cherish on earth—home and
dear ones, who wait with a prayer
upon their lips.
A church-going Sunday means a
birghter Monday. National leaders
have realized this and have provided
the halls of prayer in training camps.
These chapels hold a rank above the
theatres and athleticss.
For seeing men have also reckoned
with the hand of Providence in guiding
the affairs of nations. The power of
Joshua is not lost to modern warriors.
It was the prayers of the thousands
that sustained Moses. It was the faith
of that leader which put to naught the
man-builded force of Priaroah.
Battles are not won by machine guns
and barrage fire and air crafts alone.
No power will overcome the might of
the nation that looks to God'. Divine
guidance sustains the destinies of
principles eternal.
France, bleeding and yet undaunted
in battle, is on her knees; England
who has given millions of her sons to
the cause of justice, lifts her eyes
heavenward; America, upon whose
zeal the cause of democracy depens, is
calling for more days of supplication
and reconsecration.
The United States must give fullest
spiritual and physical power to the
cause of liberty in this hour of stress.
The army must not be counted upon
for muscle force alone. It is for us to
aid in sustaining the spiritual strength
of the nation as well as to refresh our
own lives by pausing to worship on
Sunday.
WHEN MOTHER SANG,
(By Anne Porter .Johnson.)
They tell us now her singing lacked
In tonal quality;
Her voice was never true to sound.
She often missed the key!
They say she could not read the
notes—
She learned the songs by ear;
But this I know, when mother sang,
We stopped our play to hear.
“By Cool Siloam’s Shady Rill”
Came trembling, solemn, low;
And “Mary to the Saviour’s Tomb,”
In tones all sacred-slow.
“Sweet Galilee,” and “By and By,”
And then “Sweet Hour of Prayer”—
When mother sang on Sabbath days.
The firelight on her hair.
A hope lies deep within my heart,
That on some shining way
Where all is joy and s'weet content.
And happy children play,
A group of wee ones—can it be?—
Are gathered round her chair
To listen, eager-eyed and rapt.
When mother sings up there.