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Show rwTiwmTTtmm'"i'''iMiiwwHmHW' iwHHtwwiHiwwMBmmTffw mtwtninirni'MtnmTjfnitti-WMffT""'wMttitmwnmtmmm-.i.i. ...... 1 V ItuUiiUlkJIliUUtUiaUll. UtitUl.Mt.UUiUt;liill4U(UllitUttllltUiilttlttiUltllMltitUiUtiW4UllUtMtliltllU H.iUHUt(illiuutUatMtitMiUUtwtliU4u4aiui.t.ii.uii4uiaiiuuli.,u........u ' 1 1 . . ,.-. . : ; . ' - ' , . II. . .. .-, ... , - ' . - .... ij- - ' . ' . - ;. . -v.-;.' ."Y.'. v.-' . . I The Golden Sword of Victory ' ; - " - . - 1 ! By HERBER1 KAUFMAN . . i rnHE sword is in the makings the long sword, 1 1 the strong sword, the Golden Sword of Vic- 1 II . . What part of the blade will yours be? Add g your bit to its bite time presses quick, lest the t splendid weapon lie unfinished in the forge. r If The Rhine dragon is again free. France j3 writhes in his clutch and his horrid tail flails poor rj la bewildered Russia. I H Slay the accursed thing, hew the talons from , "H ' the beast! Break his back and release Germany iM from the dread spelt which blinds and binds her " H while the monstrous power of militarism persists, i ,. n The fate of civilization is on our anvils. We j if alone can make the magic weapon for world , M rescue. li - Europe is dying under the onslaughts of the H ravaging m'onstrosity. 1 H Belgium is a charred, blood-dabbled waste. jjj . Rheims is a stone pile. The Marne'and Aisne I p bear sanguine tides to .sea. The slopes of Cham- M pagne are heavy with the grapes of wrath and M . white washed crosses blossom in million fold from Calais to the Hellespont 'I v .' it Blind men stumble over every road; and mouthing, mangled wretches, once stalwart images of God, carpet the night with' agony. Death and his carrion hordes feed fat beneath be-neath the shuddering stars. The heavens whir with the beat of hawk men contending. From sun to sun the ceaseless parks of cannon can-non pound devoted regiments to pulp, and every salvo swells the orphans' ranks and dooms more women to despair and want, while famine snarls without the door and pestilence crawls nearer, nearer, NEARER. 1 This is WAR. The war that Prussia brings the hell on earth, designed by Frederick's insane in-sane brood to halt the power of democracy and make the Teuton might supreme. This is the war that we shall know if Xaiser-dom Xaiser-dom previals and the oceans are free for the ever growing fleets which patiently wait behind , the mines of Kiel. ' . ". . On with the making of the sword, the Golden Gold-en Sword which .holds our hopes, Copyright, 117, by Herbert Kaufman. " --- ---' T" r'gMi rmi ul IlllilMllUiiallllWihiiyiW nWhwuhhumiw We are late at its crafting, ominously tardy. ' . . The clock speeds while decision lags. , M Delay is treason. We can't spare one hour. M -Billions are our surest bulwark. " Misering forebodes misery and woe for America. j Do your duty. Add your strength and your i j ! savings to the great cause. j j If you can't go to, war, your dollars can. V ; Enlist your purse today. Your money is not too ; j old to' fight ! j The heaviest price of victory is cheaper than M the lightest penalty of defeat j i Our allies cannot hold their ground if we i j hoard our wealth. I j We cannot deliver our forces for months, j ; but we can, we shall, we must mobilize the bank accounts of these exhaustless United States for j j the immediate and unswerving support of the M confederated champions of freedom and .right I! Ms your checkbook a slacker or a patriot? - M Buy your Liberty bonds at once! If you i j hang back, France cannot hold out M Finish the sword the long 'sword the strong1 sword the Golden Sword of Victory. ' jl i : I i M f i i z ' I i j |