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Show Our Nation's Heroes. On Memorial day a thrill runs through every little hamlet in the land. Instinctively our thoughts turn to the little mounds beneath which sleep the nation's dead. Ten thousand preachers preach-ers tell ten million worshipers to honor the Blue and the Gray. Temples grand and cross-roads chapels ring with patriots' pa-triots' hymn and national anthem. Somehow the very flowers breathe a fragrance that makes the blood flow a little faster. The reason Is 'tis Memorial day and the nation honors her warrior dead. We think of them with awed reverence. We follow the crowd, the hand plays, orators extol, and I'r'e ehil.iren phiee (low ors beside t!:t ::-.r." ::::; Stripes of the vuierana. |