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Show THE DOLLAR AND THE DROP OF BLOOD. Having been told that the third Liberty loan calls for three billion dollars dol-lars and being asked the question, "What would that amount weigh In gold?" Joseph Bondy of Syracuse has answered in the following poem: Ob, mothers, with the lonely hearts, queens of our good, good land, Fll tell you what three billions weigh and YOU will understand! Far out upon the battlefield where fire, poison, hell. Rained out their awful summons, there my sweet boy hero fell; And seeking in the murky gloom to kiss away his breath In mercy camo God's messenger, the Angel we call DEATH. And bending gently over him in sleet and rain and mud. She took from out his dear dead heart the last, last drop of blood, And placed that drop upon the scale and watched the balance fall. For that one drop from my boy s heart God knows outweighed it all! And if my darling gave his blood, my sweetheart dead and cold. Can you for whom he lived and died CAN YOU DENY YOUR GOLD! rtn |