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Show Htch at dusk and sitting tor a Shile on the porch, smoking his 0 pie, before he goes to bed. I It is the violence of an argu- I ment outside an election poll; U H ta the righteous anger of the I pulpits. ! H It is the warm laughter or ajg girl on a park bench. jl It is the rush of a train over the continent and the unafraid faces of people looking out the I windows. B It is all the howdys in the world, and all the hellos. It is Westbrook Pegler telling Roosevelt how to raise his child- j ren; it is Roosevelt letting them . raise themselves. It is Lindbergh's appeasing ; voice raised above a thousand hisses. . It is Dorothy Thompson asking ask-ing for war; it is Gen. Hugh S. Johnson asking her to keep quiet. It is you trying to remember the words to The Star-Spangled Banner. It is the sea breaking on wide sands somewhere and the shoulders should-ers of a mountain supporting the sky. It is the air you fill your lungs with and the dirt that is your garden. It is a man cursing all cops. It is the absence of apprehension apprehen-sion at the sound pf approaching footsteps outside your closed door. It is your hot resentment of intrigue, the tilt of your chin and the tightening of your lips sometimes. It is all the things you do and want to keep on doing, It is all the things you feel and cannot help feeling. Freedom it is you. Kentucky Courier-Journal v FREEDOM IS MADE OF SIMPLE STUFF From the archives of broken peace we are bringing out old words and dusting them off for use again as shining lanterns to lead us through the darkness of another war. Words like freedom, justice and truth all of them hard to define, none of them used more frequently than freedom. You cannot say what freedom is, perhaps, in a single sentence. It is not necessary to define it. It is enough to point to it. Freedom is a man lifting a gate |