Show DAY 0 mother f capy W X U by ELMO SCOTT WATSON N SUNDAY mai bw 13 mill mil lions of americans will te be 0 wearing carnations as a symbol of love lore and remembrance mem brance for their mothers and sending loving greetings of 0 one sort or another to them for the second sunday in slay may of each year lias has been set aside as mothers day and despite at an unfortunate element of commercialism that has become associated with it the idea back of it has such a universal ap peal that few holidays or special days are more generally and sincerely oil ob served by all americans of all races claws classes and creeds alinn Is No mothers day the celebration of mothers day Is now years old oid it was oriel hated lay hy miss anna jaris of philadelphia delp tila to in lills and riven given honl vial il recognition decoi ali ion in im 1914 when resident president vilan wilson issued the first blathers others Bl day daiy the gamy and beauty ot mother lute loe slid and the file love for mother with nil lall tit alir joy that it brinac Is as oli oil as tile lie human rave rare there is an jewah saying that thai dd pd roubil not mn tie he eelI tere aud and therefore lie maide mothers of tile greyest itt sl men of till all aiges aws with the true humility of if ohp great and fill tilt tile of imon it hie true values of lift have their great del to t the gulding force that their lits possible tIlL such an se ac iii hns has never found it filler than that attributed to tile one tit if hie lie greatest enat esl men inen of all time little for it haq abraham who Is to have de claired once all that I 1 am or holie to lo be I 1 owe tit t in ant el mother another arid and lisl last ear on oil mothers lay jay a splendid lili illg ivri bild that cloth er valien to quote from a news dis pati ingli it sent tile the united sillies filliol lincoln city try ind day ny was C here today to title me of tile nations ions greatest latest molders mol hers nancy hanks alln coln gathered at the ganve ot of the moth i er of like Emanell tile lie executive of tin the indiana Indi inu un lih pledl ed itself sf to tit the he fask of build ing all nai lonal shrine in honor of the lie who bho ti all the hill of a rude pioneer life molded file character cliar sifter of Alo rhani lincoln an ali av aviator lator zooming conil ng low over the grane rine and brabin site dropped this to the moneal of nancy flanks lincoln th men and women arp ar here beside your grave crave among the ih guarding trees trea to make their vow your name shall final never die and to their phalbe we arid add our nor tribute from the ahe sky shy we V art are the he artifice rs of the past whose handicraft lini liar gained the praise of men with stone and clay with brush and pen we wrought to leave expressions of the truth we found elul dut you you dared to take a living child a plastic infant mind to mold ino in ln o a soul of love lova an ment divine IOU tour r genius used an art that ours oura was waa mean lean beside to you then master artist we send our of praise through devious paths path that masked the way you led with kindly band A child into the light of truth and made an honest man mother love and love for mother hane hae beed been tile the inspiration for or some of our best known poets and have resulted in n the writing of some of our best known and best loved poems rudyard kipling was writing for all of us and expressing a belief which all of us hold vi nhen hen he wrote MOTHER 0 01 MINE it if I 1 were hanged on the highest bill mother 0 mine I 1 know whose love would follow me still mother 0 mine if I 1 were drowned in the deepest sea ea mother molher 0 mine I 1 know whose tears would come down to me mother 0 aline mother 0 mine if I 1 were damned of body and soul I 1 know whose prayers would make me whole mother 0 mine mother 0 mine louis confessed for all of us the inadequacy of mere words to express our debt to tile the women who gave us birth when he wrote TO MY MOTHER poor recompense to you were I 1 to fill this page with rhyme and rhetoric to display only the poet and thereby betray my earliest tor for mere poetic okill lII POOk poor recompense indeed were I 1 to thrill with my own music turn to you and say 1 I 1 rive give you these my verses verse let lei them pay for all you gave and all ail you give me still I 1 I 1 am too poor to buy YOU yo back the years A mother pays tor fw with her dreams and fears ears F for or I 1 am rich in nothing but in love so let me give my thanas so let me be forever in your debt who gave to me the breath of life and all the joy thereof how flow many little tired out boys en een though they ahey were boys of twenty or orty forty or sixty years have not dot wished that they could put pul into words tile the longing that rugene nugene flem field expressed in his CHILD AND MOTHER 0 mother my lovo love it if youil give ni me your hand and go fro where aask 1 ask you to wander I 1 will lead you a anay 1 ay to a beautiful land the dreamland Pre amland waiting out yonder well walk in a law tweet set bosle garden out ther where the moonlight and starlight are streaming and the flowers a and n d bards bird are filling the air with fragrance and 2 nd musk music of dreaming therell be no little tired out boy to undress no questions question or caret cares to perplex you rh frel prell be no little bruises or bunio tl ILI caress nor patches ii achel of stockings to vex you pur fur ill 11 rock you away on a silver allver dew a tream when youre and ising you asleep and weary no one shall k now know of our beautiful dream little dearie but you and your YOU r own ill nestle my tired and when I 1 am bead soothed me so 80 in the bosom that 9 and often the wide tile aw awake ake star adars shall sing aing in my stead shall A song which our dreaming soften often so bo mother my any love lote let me take tak your dear hand band and away through the tb starlight well wander away through the mist to the beautiful land the dreamland waiting out yonder and of all the familiar poems what one la Is better known and strikes a more responsive chord in the hearts of all of us than mrs birg elizabeth akers allens aliens ROCK ME TO SLEEP MOTHER backward turn backward 0 time in your flight make me a child again lust just for tonight come back from th the a echolias echo ech leaa shore take me again to byoir heart an a of 0 yore kiss elsa from my forehead the furrows ot of care smooth the few silver threads out of my hair over mv slumbers your loving watch keep rock me to sleep mothe rock me to sleep backward flow backward 0 tide of the years I 1 have grown weary of dust duet and decay toll without recompense tears teara all lo in van aln v take them and give me my childhood again I 1 have grown weary of dust and decay dearv of flinging my soul ou wealth away weary of sowing tor for others to reap rock me to sleep mother rock me to sleep tired of the hollow the base the untrue mother 0 mother my heart calls toi for you many a summer the grass has grown green sio blossomed and faded our facts faces between yet with strong yearning and pas pain long lone I 1 tonight tor for your presence again comes from the silence so long and so go deep rock me to sleep nother lother rock me to sleep my heart in the days daya that are flown down no love like mother love ever has ha shone no other worship abides and endures faithful unselfish and oatlene like yours none ilk like a mother can charm away pain prom the sick soul and atae he world weary brain slumbers soft calm wor oer my heavy lids creep rock me to sleep mother rock me to sleep come lei your brown hair just lighted with gold pall fall on your shoulders again as of old ter let it drop over my forehead tonight shading my taint fain eyes swa away 7 from rom the ligat for with its lt sunny edited edged shadows once more will throng the sweet visions ot of yore lovingly softly its it bright billows sweep p rock ock me to sleep mother rock me to mother dear mother molher the years have been long since I 1 I 1 last hushed bushed to your lullaby song bing then and nil unto my soul it shall teem seem Woman hoods years have been only a dream clasped to lo your hert heart lo in a loving embrace with will your tight light lashes lust just sweeping my face never hereafter to wake or to weep rock me to 0 o sleep mother rock me to sleeps |