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Show ji . teiiteM By REV. WILLIAM A. SUNDAY Uncle Sam's Liberty war chest needs filling thousand -headed, thousand-horned, thousand-fanged pirate again I of the air, assassin of the seas, despoiler of the earth and am- ; bassador of Hell 1 We have the cash to fill it as many times as he lifts the lid. 1 he armY and navy .will dig the grave, but we must furnish the spade. -There are only two horns to this dilemma ' you are either a patriot or a traitor. Uur boys wiU soon hang crape on the door of the Potsdam Palace, and the bands will j)lay Yankee-Doodle The men on the firing line and on the battle- and Dixie along the Rhine, ships have turned from business, home, mother, wife, chil- tt i o i i rr -n dren, and they stand ready to give their lives and shield with Uncle bam IS the cactus in the Kaiser s pillow. their bodies us who remain at home. r t i i Uur boys nave gone over to clean up on that We are unworthy to be thus protected, if we fool bunch of Huns and it is up to us to supply them with do not do our utmost to sustain them. whatever they need to finish the job. It takes money to keep t . ... the riveters riveting the sawyers sawing the machine guns We must be one in our determination to win spitting bullets and the grub wagon always on hand with the this war. We are traitors to the cause for which they are eats. There is nothing too good for our brave defenders, giving their lives, if we do things here that make their efforts . ' i harder. Our vocabulary contains no words adequate . . .. . . . . to express our approval of the achievements of our govern- Llfe IS not worth living unless there IS some- ment since we threw our hat in the ring. We are rich on top thing to live for. Life would not be worth living if that hunch of the ground; we are rich under the ground and our rivers of Heinies should win. creep like silver serpents to the seas, bearing our products. - That is why they cannot win. That is why The children of England, France, Italy and we cannot lose. Belgium are laughing once more Because they are being fed i . . , , from Uncle Sam's bakeshop. One carload of meat every two What a mountain Ot crime LrOd has on his minutes, one hog out of every four, nine million pounds of books against that horde of Hellish Huns. What grave is meat a day all going over to feed our boys. We are in this j deep enough for this thousand -armed, thousand -footed, scrap to the last dollar, the last grain of wheat, the last day. We will never stop until Germany dips her dirty blood-stained rag to the Stars and Stripes. It's a whale of a job we've tackled, but we can and must put it over. But you must help. Don't whine. Don't knock. You can't saw wood with a hammer. Don't turn the hose on the fire; add fuel. Buy Bonds! Buy Bonds! Buy Bonds! This Space Contributed to Winning the War by The Jeff erson Mercantile Co. and The Milford Hotel |