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Show i THE LEIH SUN, LEIII. UTAH Pt; i Se ame, rpld ids eriny his jpna'j exair; n est , one i, oce skin, skin ;ka! Sim t; hday, : . the ce as p inner, flndo: tin; i eign L made: I Ho:: ivec :o tea: !, or e- ;ed &: e so ure ie ions,' s ef" which Ion. EE; art Ar!Jii ii t- lt,iBl itituM 2fl I0TE i r jTancy Hanks lELMO SCOTT WATSON PwW.terN.w.pap.rCnlon) WONG the countless tnb- naid to Abraham Uto are several written newspaper men, : hpcome Newspaper ve ssics,i.e.,piecesof prose sn cauK" r to result in frequent jncy as Lests that they be reprint-iL reprint-iL .v,a nPwsDaoer in which ey originally appeared, standing among these is , imaginary conversation Ween Lincoln's mother, 3ncy Hanks Lincoln, and a rsonification of the Present. 'it was written in 1914 for I Boston Herald by Robert incoln O'Brien, at that time alitor of the Herald, from 31 to 1937 chairman of the jilted States Tariff commis-jjon, commis-jjon, and now . publisher of ie'eape Cod Colonial at Jyannis, Mass. It reads as Allows: Nancy Hanks I see the calen-i'r calen-i'r says it is 1914, nearly a cen-ary cen-ary after my life in the world sded. Pray tell me, spirit of the Resent, whether anyone mortal "tmembers that I ever lived, or jows my place of burial. The Present-Oh, yes. There is i monument over your grave at pigeon Creek. A man named Studebaker of South Bend, Ind., tent there in 1879 and spent 3,000 in marking it. Nancy Hanks What do you sean? More money than I ever w in my life spent on my grave, sore than sixty years after I had Bade it! Was he a rich descend-vt descend-vt of mine? I The Present He was no rela-jve rela-jve of yours. As a matter-of-fact itizen, he thought your grave night to be marked. Twenty-tree Twenty-tree years later the state of In-jiana In-jiana erected a massive monument monu-ment in your honor; 10,000 school hildren marched in procession then it was dedicated. The governor gov-ernor of the state, now one of the peat commonwealths of the Onion, was there, while a distinguished distin-guished general from afar, delivered deliv-ered the principal oration. This monument cost a larger fortune than you ever knew anyone to possess. More people than you ver saw together at one time assembled. And on the pedestal, a raised letters, one may read: "Nancy Hanks Lincoln." Can 4ere be any mistake about that? ; Nancy Hanks What is this toritier of wonders? I realize ' that my mortal remains, inclosed a rough pine box, were buried under the trees at Pigeon Creek, and that no minister of religion as there to say even a prayer. 1 supposed that if anybody in all flus earth of yours would be surely sure-ly forgotten, and soon forgotten, would be Nancy Hanks, the plain woman of the wilderness. My life was short of only twenty-sve twenty-sve years and in it I saw little f the great world, and knew little it, and on going out had little tother to expect from it. So, I Pjay, break to me the meaning f this appalling mystery 1 The Present-This is the 12th February! 'Nancy Hanks-That was the 'rthday of my little boy, a slen-!, slen-!, awkward fellow, who used pry night to climb a ladder of ooden pins driven into a log, f P into a bed of leaves in the loft, M there to dream. Whatever toame of that sad little boy? fe asnt very well when I left 5tL t ?at winter he seemed m- I hated to go away. I i f aid Ws fther could not Cfe &at toe frail little gow needed. Did you ever hear f 2 c&ut 'm woods of !Sd!w-f curse I have la r,Matlecameofhim- Few UaZJT .,luestion number e in?niail.notoneue ta whi tt u ?ar? you seek could t e -t, PpLed' and dually by feonfV1"1" Actual Kof FSPepleknowthat the htolL bn!ary was tt day you KMto y0ur bin to the theBnf' .y-two states U oth e!aiholiday. Most of C1VJ Ptive al? ome commemo-Miai commemo-Miai S- n the great in iS of world P remfhr 3 of "ica. the Nd ahl-0V seas, uuia some K-ket f: wrds "No on COln 8 birthday," -very cables under buiidirKS ;ni"" u; uie SofNewYnrl -Zfl7 stones So it , i Clty has Pa"sed remlr atFt arborn 5 Znt,Lake Michi-"S. Michi-"S. foremost CJthBeaJ.-Pray tell me tte miracle of my litUe Hears News 1 'ANVWW5 Down TTVf Villaap rbv ? WeU,5?0ll2CMCLeW5 60NervWSHINTOlNl T 5ee.MAOlSON 5W0RC in. AN OL SPEUMAN " Tlis Me This 60NAPAere fclla has CAPTUReP MOST O SPAIN. WHAT'S NEW NOTHIN A TALL.NOTHlN ATAILCEPT F A New BABV DdWlM X TOM LINCOLN. NUTHlis' evR HAPPCNS Cburfosy This eartoon titled "Hardin County, 1809" is also a Newspaper Classic. Drawn by H. T. Webster, it was first printed in 1918 in the Kansas City Star and other newspapers receiving the syndicate service serv-ice of the Press Publishing company (New York World). Every year since then it has been reprinted in the Star at the request of readers. boy's life. I cannot wait to hear what it all means! The Present If you had one copy of every book that has been written about him, you would have a larger library than you ever saw in your mortal life. If you had visited every city which has reared his statue, you would be more widely traveled than any person that you ever saw. The journey would take you to several European capitals. Every possible pos-sible work that he ever wrote, every speech he ever made, every document he ever penned, has been coDected, and these have all been printed in sets of books with a fullness such as has been accorded to the works of only a few children of men. You could count on the fingers of two hands, and perhaps of one, the men in all ROBERT LINCOLN O'BRIEN secular history who so vitally appeal ap-peal to the imagination of mankind man-kind today. Nancy Hanks And so my little boy came into all this glory in his lifetime! The Present Oh, no. He died at fifty-six, as unaware of how the world would eventually regard re-gard him as old Christopher Columbus Co-lumbus himself. A few months before his death he expected soon to be thrown out of the position he was holding, and so he wrote a letter telling how he should strive to help his successor to carry out the unfinished work. Your little boy saw so little to indicate the place that time has accorded him. His widow was hardly able to get from congress a pension large enough for comfortable support, and yet that same body, in less than a half century, appropriates two million dollars stop to think of that for a national monument in his honor, and on plans so elaborate as to call eventually for far more than this sum. But I could tell you only half the story. Men have retired from business to go into solitude to study his life. Others have been made famous by reason of having hav-ing known him. I recall a New York financier who had known the high life ,of the world, mingling min-gling with the princes and statesmen states-men of nearly every land. On his seventieth birthday his friends gave him a complimentary dinner. din-ner. He chatted to them of what he had seen and where he had Pr ' J of Her Son W OUT HKE".W frcjs Pub. Cb. (7.Y.bc(d) been. But he dismissed all the honors of the big world by saying that the one thing that remained most worth while in his threescore three-score years and ten was that he had shaken hands and conversed in private audience with your little boy, whom this cosmopolite pictured as "leading the procession proces-sion of the immortals down the centuries." Nancy Hanks This is beyond me. I am lost in mystery and amazement. What did my boy that earnest, sad little fellow of the woods and streams do to make men feel this way? How did it all come about? The Present That might be as hard for you to understand, without a knowledge of what has taken place in the meantime, as the skyscrapers and the ocean cables and railroad trains that I have spoken about. But I will try to tell you something of what he has done. Nancy Hanks I am hanging tn your words.. I long to hear the story. The Present We have in the United States a great democracy. We are making a great experiment experi-ment for the nations. Your little boy gave friends of democracy, the world over, the largest measure meas-ure of confidence in its permanency perma-nency and success of any man that has ever lived. More than a million people a year now pour into the United States from lands beyond the seas, most of them unfamiliar with our language and our customs cus-toms and our aims. When we Americans who are older by a few generations go out to meet them we take, as the supreme example of what we mean by our great experiment, the life of Abraham Ab-raham Lincoln. And, when we are ourselves tempted in the mad complexity of our material civilization civili-zation to disregard the pristine ideals of the republic, we see his gaunt figure standing before us and his outstretched arm pointing to the straighter and simpler path of righteousness. For he was a liberator of men in bondage, he was a savior of his country, he was a bright and 'shining light. He became President of the United States, but that affords small clue to his real distinction. Few Americans ever refer to him as "President Lincoln." In the idiom of our people, he is Abraham Abra-ham Lincoln, called by the name you gave him in the wilderness gloom. To that name of your choosing no titles that the vain world knows could add anything pt honor or distinction. And today, to-day, from the Atlantic to the Pacific Pa-cific seas, and in places under distant dis-tant skies, children will recite in their schools his words, men will gather about banquet boards to refresh their ideals by hearing anew some phase of his wonderful wonder-ful story. Our nation could get along without some of its territory, terri-tory, without millions of its people, peo-ple, without masses of its hoarded hoard-ed wealth, but it would be poor, indeed, were it to wake up on this morning of the Twentieth century without the memory of Abraham Lincoln one of the really priceless price-less possessions of the republic. To the list of NewsDaDer C1a. sics associated with Lincoln's Birthday should be added another.- True, it appeared first in a book but it has been "reprinted by request" in the papers so many times that it rates as a Newspaper Classic. It was written writ-ten by Rosemary and Stephen Vincent Benet and was included in their "A Book of Americans" published by Farrar and Rine-hart Rine-hart in 1933. Its subject is: NANCY HANKS If Nancy Hanks Cam back ai (host Seeking news Of what she loved most She'd ask first: "Where's my sont What happened to Abet What's he done? "Poor little Abe Left all alone Except for Tom Who's rolling stone: He was only nine The year I died. I remember still How hard he cried. "Scraping along In a little shack With hardly shirt To cover his back And a prairie wind To blow htm down. Or plnchln" times If he went to town. "You wouldn't know About my sont Did he grow tall? Did he have fun? Did he learn to read? Did he get to town? Do you know his name? Did he get on?". Soon after "A Book of Americans" Ameri-cans" appeared and the reprinting reprint-ing of "Nancy Hanks" began, D. R. Graff, a contributor to Franklin Frank-lin P. Adams' column "The Conning Con-ning Tower," then appearing in the New York Herald Tribune, wrote this: REPLY TO THE GHOST Or NANCY HANKS I remember your son Whose bony hands Left a plow to rest In prairie sands And came to town In his Sunday suit Wearing Tom's hat And shirt to boot. He got a Job In a grocer's store Weighin' out beans And sweepin" the floor. Then he bought leather boots For his awkward feet And practiced law In the county seat. He studied hard (Almost every night) Till the pages blurred Beneath the candle light You'd have smiled In your pioneer way To see him readin' About Henry Clay And hear him talk In a low-pitched ton To a bed and a table In a room, aU alone When he'd think of you Before goin' to sleep. He'd pray the Lord Your soul to keep. And he'd see your face When the ralns'd drip Through the quiet hour Of a flatboat trip "Did he have fun?" Yes, In his youth And he'd often laugh In a way uncouth; But In later years When his road was steep He kept his laughter Way down deep. "Did he grow taflf A good six feet. With a roomy chest Where a stout heart beat; With hairy hands To grip a plow And a blacksmith's fists That c'd stun a cow. "Did he get on?" If what you mean Is a white frame house In a yard of green. Or money to buy A bottomland farm Or store-bought clothes To keep him warm. Or the extra horse So he could ride Along country roads With his vinage bride-Well bride-Well Getttn' on like that Wasn't his way. Ha didn't gauge success By the bales of hay. Or the cords of wood A man can buy. Or acres he owns In wheat or rye. He didn't care For wealth in gold But tor wealth In lore That a heart could hold Your son Abe Was of different clay. He'd forget to ask His rightful pay As a lawyer should When he wins a case And the light prevail Against the base. He made his way By a different road And his shoulders carried A heavy load While cannon belched And generals led Gaunt gray troops Of marching dead. While fear-crazed boys ; Slogged through mud And cannisters were Flecked with blood While Sherman rode Through a southern street And a drummer died In a field of wheat. Yes. Abe got on. Though few can tell How be ever lived through The war's black hell And he died at last In a President's bed While the nation mourned Its departed dead. So, it you're the ghost Of Nancy Hanks, You'll find Abe there Where armor clanka And you'll see his face If you car to look For his eyes will smile With a God-like look. Another poem dedicated to Nancy Hanks which is frequently reprinted was written by Kate McVey Park and first appeared in the Christian Advocate. It is: MOTHER Or LINCOLN Mother of Lincoln, to thy lonely sleep Rest thou content with what thy brief life wrought: Rest, for no longer need'st thou vainly weep Bereft of fortune and to sorrow brought. What though strange yearnings filled thy hungering soul In the blind struggle of those years forlorn; Tate hath revealed the glory of thy goal. For what immortal purpose thou wert born; Rest though men honor not thy lonely grave. Content to know no tribut of thine own. Hand-maid of Destiny, to whom ye gave Flesh of thy flesh and bone of thine own bone. Would that thy sCect lips could ten us when This needy earth shall know thy like agaial Kathleen Norris Says: Here Is Something for Youth To Think About Ben Syndicate " think it'l lousy," the girl mid impatiently, as though At hoi laid it before. "If I can't send her the other Fll not tend her anything." By KATHLEEN NORRIS f-rHIS ii an appeal to boyi and I girls to be good. That has an X' old-fashioned ring, hasn't it? And it sounds as though it were addressed ad-dressed to moppets of four and five, in the nursery. But as a matter of fact I hope to reach older boys and girls; youngsters whose ages range from say, 13 to 19. These are terrible ages, tor mothers and fathers. These are ages when the grownups, who seem so powerful and so unaffected, un-affected, are often living in secret fear of their offspring. If Tom, 17, and Margaret, 15, knew the panic their lightest word could create in the family circle, knew the dread with which their bad moods were wiUiessed by Mom and Dad, they might be more merciful. Later on, when the girl and boy are grown1 and married, they begin to gain a little sense. They begin then, shyly, awkwardly and Incompletely, Incom-pletely, to apologize to their elders. Margaret, struggled with a small house, a small income, a small bsby, laughs in embarrassment as she thanks her mother for some small favor. "You're such a darling to come sit with him and let me go to the luncheon, Mother," she says. "I often think I wonder perhaps this is silly. But were Tom and I awful pigs when we were growing up? I think of my bills now, and how aw-fui aw-fui it'll be if the baby gets sick or needs something " Her mother laughs in answer, and says reassuringly that Tom and Margaret were always little angels. No use to hurt them today by recalling re-calling their old stubbornness and selfishness. The Son's Appreciation. "Dad, you were always an awful good sport to us kids," Tom is saying say-ing at about the same time. "Now that I've got kids of my own always al-ways wanting something and raising rais-ing the roof if they can't have It, I remember the way Peg and I used to carry on when we wanted money, or tennis rackets" "Well, we always did the best we could for you, son," Dad says cheerfully. cheer-fully. He hasn't forgotten; he and Mom will always wear the scars. But the children have grown up fine and good, and bygones may well be bygones. And in the same way he and Mom would remember it if just once in those long-ago days the girl or boy bad seen their problem, had sensed the loving desire they felt to give their children every advantage and luxury, had pitied the shame this loving father and mother experienced experi-enced when they had to say "no." The years when we have our par ents are not always long years. And when they end, and one says dazed ly, "Mother mother is dead!" it is wonderful to remember that instead of treating their burdens as something some-thing entirely removed from ourselves, our-selves, we shared them, and helped carry them, and made them lighter. A Challenge to Tooth. And so I challenge every American Ameri-can boy and girl who reads this to top and think this morning. Ask yourself, "Do I know what my father's fa-ther's worries, what my mother's worries, are, and is there anything I can do about it?" It may be that their chief worry is you, yourself, and their fear that your girlhood or boyhood won't have enough fun in it. Enough frocks and trips and parties and good times. It may be that to have you suddenly turn gay and philosophical, to have you quite unexpectedly express yourself as satisfied with' life, will make all the difference between shadows and sunshine, to them. WNU Service.! Unconscious Tyrants U Yotutffstert in their 'teens, tay$ Kathleen Norris, often unconsciously un-consciously give their parents their most anxious moments. U, They know so little of family fam-ily finances then and have so many desires. If they only knew "the panic their lightest word could create' they might be more merciful, Miss Norris thinks. Q Parents naturally want to give their children every luxury lux-ury they can. Are they wise to go beyond their means? If, Wise parents take their cluldren into their confidence, show them where the money goes, and enlist them on the budget's side. standing at a counter, waiting for the clerk's attention, a mother and a daughter fell into conversation be. side me. Or rather they continued a conversation that had evidently commenced some time before. j The girl was about 14, extremely pretty, correctly dressed, and with the right hair-do. The mother had wistful eyes that hung adoringly upon her daughter's beauty. "I like the dollar one real well, Doris," she said timidly. "I b'leeve Miss Foster would like it." "I think it's lousy," the girl said impatiently, as though she had said that before. "If I can't send her the other I'll not send her anything." "That'd hurt her feelings, and you going to her wedding." the mother offered, gently. "Of course it would," the girl said angrily, tears in her eyes. "But I don't have to go to the wedding! If I have to wear my old blue outfit I don't see that I'll be much of a sight at the wedding. I wish just once we could do things like other people! A five-dollar box, and we can't afford it, dearie!" May Regret tier Attitude, She said the last words with a sneer and a squeak that showed she was impersonating someone who called her "dearie. Her mother, of course. And someday if the gentle, pleading voice is still, and Doris remembers well, no money, no "doing things like other people," will comfort her then. When children are babies even the simplest home ean make them happy, hap-py, if someone loves them there. And when they are grown, and have learned the value of home love, the utter, generous, devoted goodness of Dad and Mother, then they come back again, appreciative and wiser. But in between is this bad period, when they can't and won't understand under-stand that one man's modest salary can't be stretched beyond certain limits, that food and rent and light and laundry and carfare and shoes have to come before new radios and English sweaters and college parties and beauty parlor charges. Unusually wise parents take them into the family council, show them where the money goes, enlist them on the budget's side. But lots of parents aren't wise; they long with all their hearts to give their children all that other youngsters have, and often they all but wreck married love and home peace in doing it. Some youngsters have never thought about this angle of the home problem in this way. Perbeps il they act upon it they may have a few less dollars to spend this winter. win-ter. But they will be laying up something that In a few years they would not sell for many thousands of dollars. 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