They fight it o’er from A to Z, And slay full many a Hun-- For out at Jenkins’ Corners now The war is just begun! NOVEMBER ELEVENTH ELIZABETH HANLY IN POPULAR EDUCATOR A thousand whistles break the bonds of sleep With swift exultant summons wild and shrill; Impassioned tongues of flames toward heaven leap To tell us peace has come. The guns are still. A thousand flags have blossomed in the air Like poppies in a garden by the sea. Beyond the eastern hills a golden flare Foretells the day that broke on Calvary. Long-darkened Liberty uplifts once more Her torch on Belgium, Poland and Alsace And Flanders--on each desecrated shore, Slow dawns the sun; and on my mother’s face The look, I think, that Mary must have worn In Galilee on Resurrection morn. OLD JIM NORMAN SHANNON HALL IN THE STARS AND STRIPES Permission to reproduce in this book Out in that vague, vast “somewhere” of The Line They killed Old Jim, a proven friend of mine. Killed him at night, while he was on patrol; All the company found was just a hole A damned boche shell had dug out where he’d gone. The outfit passed the place just after dawn And saw some bodies; but they couldn’t tell Which one was which. They all were smashed to hell! They put Jim on the list, “Reported Dead”; “Missing in Action,” the home papers said. I wasn’t in The Line when Jim went out. A piece of shrapnel had hit me a clout Which kept me pretty quiet for a while-- Gray days when it was mighty hard to smile. And when I learned Old Jim had topped the ridge I fell to thinking what a privilege It was to know him. Jim was just the kind That stops to pet a dog or help the blind. The sort you turn to when things don’t go right, And then forget when all the world is bright. Jim had a kindly eye that seemed to see The best in men. What could he see in me? I never knew; but Jim was always glad To give me half of everything he had. That’s why, you see, it cut me mighty deep To know Old Jim was Out There--in a heap. I’ve said Old Jim was not identified. All the outfit ever knew was--he died! And though there is no way to prove it’s so This Unknown Soldier is Old Jim. I know! The Congress Medal and the D. S. C., Have been given this Lost Identity; And knowing that they both were earned by him, I know the Unknown Soldier is--Old Jim! THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER ARMISTICE DAY AT ARLINGTON GRANTLAND RICE IN THE NEW YORK TRIBUNE Permission to reproduce in this book