SHE (reading)--"At 5:15, the barrage was raised, and the Americans advanced to attack. The long line moved forward like the steady on-sweep of the tide--unwavering, irresistible, implacable." Oh, isn't it perfectly wonderful! I knew our men would fight gloriously! And just listen to this: [Panel 2: The images of Washington and Lincoln have doubled in size and the eyes clearly glare at the man. The man now shows beads of sweat around his head and wears an expression of distress. The woman continues to read the paper. The maid departs the scene having delivered the coffee cups.] SHE (reading)--"The Germans fought desperately but the American lines never wavered in their onward course. Sometimes the broad stretch of the battlefield was enveloped in great volumes of smoke, but a moment later, as the air cleared, the same lines were to be seen moving onward. At 6:45, the sound of cheering was heard amidst the din of the battle and a few moments later, the message was sent back that the American troops had captured the great German position." [Panel 3: The images of Washington and Lincoln are now almost fully the size of the wall and marks of consternation and anger are clear on their brows as they glare at the man. The woman continues to read the paper without looking up. The man is fleeing the room in great haste with his arms in the air. He has knocked over his chair in his haste and has bumped into the maid who was returning with a coffee pot and biscuits. The man's face is obscured by raised hands and his overcoat, but he is clearly fleeing.] SHE (reading)--"The American victory of yesterday may well mark the beginning of the end of the war. London and Paris are ringing with the praises of the American soldiers. President Wilson has proclaimed a national holiday in celebration of the triumph, and the American soldier has won imperishable glory as a fighting man." [The last panel is signed] McCutcheon Hymn for America Air: "Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled" Where's the man, in all the earth-- Man of want or man of worth-- Who shall now to rank or birth Knee of homage bend? Though he war with chance or fate, If his heart be free of hate, If his soul with love be great, He shall be our friend. Where's the man, of wealth or wage, Dare be traitor to his age, To the people's heritage Won by war and woe,-- Counting but as private good All the gain of brotherhood By the base so long withstood? He shall be our foe. Where's the man that does not feel Freedom as the common weal, Duty's sword the only steel Can the battle end? Comrades, chant in unison Creed the noblest 'neath the sun: "One for all and all for one," Till each foe be friend. [signed] Robert Underwood Johnson The Breaking Out of the Flags