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Show Decoration Day 0nThe9lace by Willi It's lonesome sort o' lonesome It's a Sund'y day to me, It 'pears like more'n any day I nearly ever hoc! Yit, with the .Stars and Stripes above, v-Mutterln' In tho air, On e'ry soldier's gravo I'd love to lay a lily there. They way, though, Decoration days la giner'ly observed 'Most ev ry vvheies espeshally by soldier-hoys tliat's nerved But nui and Mother's never went we seldom git away In p'int o' fact, we're alius home on I corii I if.n da.v. We've tried that -me and Mother-where Mother-where Ellas takes his rest, In the orchurd in his uniform, and hands acrost his breast, And the (lag lie died for, smilln' and a-ripplln' In the breeze Above his grave and over that the robin In the trees! Perhaps no poem ever written by James Whltcomb Riley contains more tender sentiment than "Decoration Day on the Place." From his own grave Riley speaks again on this Memorial day. He who wrote of the soldiers living liv-ing and the soldiers ctead held a warm spot always in his heart for the little children, too. And in his honor and to his memory, hundreds of Hoosiers are now engaging in a J2, 000, 000 building fund campaign for the James Whit-comb Whit-comb Riley Memorial Hospital for Children, Chil-dren, to be erected In Indianapolis, but to be open always for the care of little children from all parts of the state. Reprinted From the Indianapolis Star. They say the old boys marches through the streets In columns grand, A-follorln' tho old war tunes, they're pkiyln' on tho band And cltlzuns all Jlnln' In and little children, too All maruliin', under shelter of the old Red, White and lilue. With roses! roses! roses ev'rybody In tho town! And crowds o' little girls In white, Jest fairly loaded down-On! down-On! don't the boys know It, from their camp acrost the hill? Don't they see their com'rads comln" and the old (lag wavin' still? Ol can't they hear tho bugul and the rattle of the drum? Ain't they no way under heavens they can I'lckollect us some? Ain't they no way we can coax 'em, through the roses, jest to say They knew that ev'ry day on earth's their Docoratlon day? And y It It's lonesome lonesome! It's a Sund'y day to me, It 'pears like more'n any day I nearly ever see! Still, wi.ii the Stars and Stripes above, a-flutterin' In the air, On ev'ry soldier's grave I'd love to lay And y It It's lonesome lonesome! It's " ( a Sund'y day to me, . )w W .-v ' It 'pears like more'n any day I nearly ' I Jk J ever see! 1 5rS.,TW,W3 Still, wi.ii the Stars and Stripes above, J tJf-jEoK a-I!uiterin' In the air. I F.'f'lrti' ftYqfy On ev'ry soldier's grave I'd love to lay K )-'a',.SJ If i "',.. -J.'-ffrS vp |