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a :‘5’; .* :-' ' ■ ■j ■;*; .'is:' i; If' m I l! i' ?i i v>! i ii ii II ,v THK CADUCEUS. The Caduceus PLEASANT PASTIME "DEDICATED TO THE CAUSE OF WORLD WIDE JUSTICE.” Published every Saturday by the En listed Personnel of the Base Hospital, Camp Greene, Charlotte, N. C. Business Office ’Phone 1530 Editorial Office—Barracks Five, Base Hospital. Five Cents the Copy, Sponsor Lieut. Walter Mytinger Editor & Mgr. ..Sgt. Verlin J. Plarrold Associate Editors— Avery Toohey Harold Mills Associate Business Managers— Private Theodoric Neal Ivan H. Law. Sterling E. Perry. Subscription representative— Private Harvey Haynes. ARE READY Today is registrtion day for all young men who have become of age since June 5th. It means that 150,000 more real fighters are placing themselves subject to call. By their act of signing they are proclaiming— "We are Americafis—'VVs are ready.” The atmosphere of this regstration day is different from the spirit of the like occasions that have gone before. There is no quibbling about prospec tive exemptions. There is no hanging back. For the young men who are now called upon to register there is none of the selfish winnings that ac companied the signing of many in response to the first call. The personal ambitions and egotisms have been lost in the months of war trials. Self-pity has been convicted of high treason by the evidence of Gei many’s battle aims and the horrors accompanying her lust tor power. High sounding reason of demagogues and Teuton agents have been lefu^ed by the overwhelming and awful facts. It is with genuine enthusiasm that tlm new found manhood of our land steps, out today with this Kaiser-quelling message— '‘We are Americans—We want to help Americas cause. Gone are the restraining fears of parents who thought first of their nrlde in the youth who stood before them when the initial call was ma.de tor registartion a year ago. Parent love has grown through .the hell-filled days o? German hate to be a love for all humanity. The desire of every true mother now is to give—to give even that which is dearer to her than her own lifo—to tli6 cau.36 of human justico. Parentage in this land which offers today it’s every resource to aid the triumph of personal freedom and fairness is given a glory that the world has never known before. It is sublime, and yet but natural that the fathers and mothers of Columbia, which has been spared the ravages of autocracy s red wrath only because of the miles of restless ocean, should speak with one voice today— “We are Americans—We offer to America’? cause the son who has grown strong in the sunlight ol her liberty.” Gone are the prattlings of compromisers and dreamers of early peace at the nrice of gold and barter. Every citizen of the United States realizes now that the greatest principle of man is in the balance. The fight is to the death. The feudal ideals of might ruled empires must go down or the peace of civilization’s fairest hcpes are to be destroyed. Germany, bearing the steel standard of ages gone, has issued the chal lenge The United States, armed in the might of law and Justice, must be the last to quit the struggle against such a foe. In the crisis our country calls upon her youth, over whom she has lifted the light of hope, and the response is— "We are Americans in ideal and courage of purpose.’ The young men are eager to be part of that new brotherhood which is to follow the night of battle. They want to give of their labor to bring' about that finer peace of mind and soul. Strong of heart, firm of motive, men of undaunted wills, they step out, today, with “We are Americans—We are ready to serve.” POINTS FALLACY Have you followed the pleasant pastme of nothing The Caduceus car ries during the last few weeks? The game of keeping count of the number who bear the “blue covers' has lost a part of it’s zest because the count is mostly on the side of “heypppppp' mostly on the side of “he does.” The Caduceus scope of action has spread to most of the towns and cities within a radious of fifty miles of Camp Greene. Last week the out of town sales record was: Gastonia—1,000 copies. Salisbury—900 copies. Concord—400 copies. Kannapolis—500 copies. King’s Mountain—200 copies. Mount Holley—200 copies. Belmont—150 copies. soldiers do not need sweet hearts IN every port. To The Caduceus: I was much interested in the article, “About Sweethearts,” which appeared in your issue of last week. I was in terested most because 1 have a daugh ter who Is Just passed seventeen. The author, “Jim” of the sweetheart treatise, is a clever writer. He suc ceeded in burying a tragic possibility beneath a covering of. emotional phraseology. His major premise was true. I also think soldiers need the sweet influence of one who loves them in their desolate house of war service. But soldiers do not need sweet hearts in every “port,” so to say. They do not require the “Blessings of a lover” from maidens in every town into which they wander or camp. Most of the soldiers now at Camp Greene have sweethearis “back home. ’ There is already one “true of heart” who waits for their return. Yet the lads would have the innocent girls in every town and city in which they halt think that they are the first love. It is in open deception that they call them “sweetheart.” Young girls are naturally moved by pity and sympathy. They are stirred by the sight of the uniform. They are apt to be misled by articles calling for “Soldier Sweethearts.” I am in favor of soldiers having sweethearts in the camp cities only after the girls and their parents have every assurance that the men are playing fair. A MOTHER, Elizabeth Avenue. THE STRETCHER- BEARER (By Eliot Kays Stone.) I see him yet, plodding the Flanders mud— A field of carnage, a field of blood— ■Where the Maxims whine and the Big Guns roar In man’s modern improvement on hell called war. Not much of a hero to look at, I guess. Muddy and bloody and weaponless. But where shots fly thickest he dog gedly goes Exposed to the fire of both frienas and foes; For he gleans the fields where the windrows lie By Death, the Reaper, piled high, piled high. And he plucks from the outstretched hand of Death Some stricken mortal who still holds breath. Sing ye of heroes whose brave deeds shine On many a crimson battle line, But for me the bearer of stretcher cot. Who is daily a hero and knows it not.
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