Show I THE DAY By JULIET JULiET WILBOR WILBOR TOMPKINS of the Vigilant s. s It will come some day day do do you realize realize rea rea- lize It On some one ole glorious day the enemy will cry y Kamerad I In good earnest and there will be peace Picture that day The crowds In the streets are going about their business the Red fled Cross rooms are humming with work the t thousand war activities are grinding at full speed every mother moth moth- er and father Is facing the morning with a n heart braced for loss every loyal citizen is at his post of service and suddenly the news nes t I IThe The crowded n turn white all nIl up and down their length they have bave blossomed white with the tho open n news ws papers that have magically sprung Into Into into In In- to every everyone's ones one's outstretched hands Everybody In the long stopped stream of humanity holds a n newspaper 01 OJ reads his neighbors neighbor's everybody knows know's everybody shares with everybody strange trang hands clasp strange eyes me meeting overflow and there is just one first thought not triumph nor democracy but Those boys those boys those good bo boys they boys they can come home 1 And the second thought will be Weve Veve done It Weve We've put It through P It And then standing there they begin to sing the men with bared heads beads they send up such a song as ns the skies have nev never r heard since time was was was- Glory glory gIor hallelujah I Praise God from whom all blessings flow i 1 The melting pot is a slow process process- process process- that song will melt all nIl Into blood brothers at the first chord Oh how bow they will sing those standing men and women I 1 And then with one impulse they will surge Into the churches into the cathedrals for cathedrals for when man has been granted the supreme boon he must fall on his knees knees knees' whether he knows God or not And no one who rises up from that silence will ever lose its mighty vibration That day is not a n vision it is comIng coming com corn ing lag as surely as tomorrow Then will you have It tomorrow Or wiil you ou put It off for four more bleeding years ears It is In your hands Every effort every dollar doUar you give to service shortens shortens shortens short short- ens the waiting If all gave all they could the day could not hold back another another another an an- other hour When you ou buy the things you otI most want you are not conscious of sacrifice in paying the sum d de Fix your e eyes es on the du day day day- the day when the avenues will suddenly sudden sudden- ly blossom white with the news of ot peace peace z peace and id you ou will want wont that with so burning an urgency that you will come running with Its price |