Show TH I 1 R D W RA 0 oth e r 7 0 Coph tw N V by ELMO MO SCOTT WATSON 1 N SUNDAY mas 13 millions in of americans will ill be 0 wearing carnations as la a symbol of love and remembrance mem brance for their mothers and sending loving greetings of one sort or another to them for the second sunday in may of each year has been set aside as mothers day and despite an unfortunate element of commercialism that has become associated with wibb it the idea back of it has such a universal appeal that few holidays or special days are more generally had and sincerely observed by nil all americans of all races classes asses and creear creeds than is mothers day the celebration of mothers day Is now twenty yeas old aid it was originated by miss anna jarvis janis jan Is of phila delphia in INS 1008 and given off official lelal recognition in 1914 when president woodrow wilson issued the first mothers day proclamation the glory and beauty of mother tove love and the consequent love for mother with all the joy that it brings Is as old as the human race there ts Is an ancient jewish saying that god could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers some som e of the greatest men of all ages with we true humility of the great and with the breadth of vision which recognizes the true values of life have acknowledged their great debt to the guiding force that made their achievements possible such an ac has never found a finer expression than that attributed to one of bf the greatest men of all time for it was abraham lincoln who Is said to have declared once all that I 1 am or hope to be I 1 owe to my angel mother and last year on mothers day a splendid tribute was paid that mother when to quote from a news dispatch sent throughout the united states from lincoln city ind mothers day was commemorated here today to one of the nations greatest mothers nancy hanks banks lincoln gathered at the grave of the moth er of the emancipator the executive committee of the indiana lincoln unton union pledged itself to the taste task of build ing 1119 a national shrine to in honor of the mother who against all the hindrance of a rude pioneer life molded the character of abraham lincoln an aviator zooming low over the grave and cabin site dropped this message to the manos of nancy hanks alln lincoln the men and women are here beside your grave among the guarding trees to make their vow your name shall never die and to their praise we add our tribute from the sky we are the artificers artifice rs of the past whose handicraft has gained the praise of 0 f men with stone and clay with brush and pen we wro wrought u to leave expressions of the truth we found but you you dared to take living child a plastic infant mind to mold alno a soul of love an instrument divine your tour genius used an art that ours was waa mean beside to you then master artist we send our word of praise through devious paths that masked the WILY way iu you led with ith kindly kial band A child into the light of 0 truth and made an honest man mother love and love for mother have been the inspiration for some borne of our best known poets and have resulted suit ed la in afie writing of 0 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 when he wrote MOTHER 01 0 MINE it I 1 were hanged on the highest hill mother ol 01 0 mine I 1 know whose love would follow me a till mother 0 mine it if I 1 were drowned in the deepest sea the mother 0 M mine no I 1 know whose tears would come down to me mother ol 01 0 mine mother 0 mine it if I 1 were damned of body and soul 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 the women who gave us birth when he wrote TO MY MOTHER poor recompense to you were t r to all this page with rhyme and rhetoric to display only tha poet and thereby betray my earl earliest lest thoughts for mere poetic skill kill poor recompense indeed were I 1 to thrill with my uvan music turn to you and say 1 I give you these my verses let et them pay for all you gave and all you give me still I 1 am too poor to buy yot yo back the years A mother pays car with her dreams and fears for I 1 am rich in nothing but in love so let me give my thanks 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 even though they thes were boys of twenty or forty or sixty years yeara have not wished that they could put into words the longing that eugene field expressed in hla his CHILD AND MOTHER 0 mother my love if give me your hand and go eo where I 1 ask you to wander I 1 I 1 will lead you away to a beautiful land the dreamland waiting out yonder we well 11 walk in a sweet bosle garden out there where the moonlight and starlight are streaming and the flowers and blidt birds are filling the hir air with fragrance and of dreaming therell be no little tired out boy to undress no questions or cares carea to perplex you therell be no little bruises or bumps tz ts caress nor patches of stockings nga to vex you for ill rock you away on a silver dew stream 1 and sing you asleep when youre weary and no one shall know of our beautiful dream but you and your own little dearie and when I 1 am tired rii ill nestle my head bead in the bosom that soothed me so often and the wide awake stars star shall sing in my stead A song which our dreaming shall gotten so moth mother a r my love let me take your deir dear hand and away through the starlight well we wander away through the inlet to the beautiful land the Dream dreamland larid waiting out yondell and of nil all the familiar poems what one la Is better known and strikes a more responsive chord in the he hearts of all of us than mrs elizabeth akers allens aliens ROCK ME TO SLEEP muther MOTHER backward turn backward 0 time in your fligh flight t make me a e child h ild again just juat for to mother ot her come back from the echo ec holesa lose shore take me again t to 0 byoir heart as ai of yore klee kiss troia from my forehead the furrows of care smooth the few silver threads out of mv hair over my mv slumbers glum bera your loving watch keep rock hock me to td sleep mother rock me to backward flow backward 0 tide of the ayearst years I 1 have grown weary of dust duat and do de cay tot toll without recompense tears teara all in v vain n take Tak eathern them and give me my childhood again I 1 have grown weary of duet dual and decay weary of fling flinging int my soul wealth away weary of sowing for others to reap rock roe me to sleep mother rock me to tired of the hollow the base the untrue I 1 mother 0 mother my heart calls calla tor for yo U 1 many a summer the grass has baa grown green blossomed and faded our faces face between yet fet with strong barong yearning and pan pac pain long I 1 tonight for your presence again comes from the ellenb so BO long and so BO deep rock me to sleep mother rock me to over my heart in the days day that are arc flown no love like mother love ever has sho rhone no mo other worship abides and endures faithful unselfish and patient like yours youra none like a mother can charm away pain from the sick soul and the world weary brain slumbers sort soft calm oer my heavy beaver llda lids creep I 1 I 1 rock me to sleep mother rock roch me to bleep come let your brown hair lust just lighted with gold fall on your shoulders again as of old let it drop over my forehead tonight shading my faint eyes eieg away from the liget for with its sunny edged shadows once more haply will throng the tweet sweet visions of yore lovingly softly its ita bright billows sweep rock hock me to sleep mother rock meto m to sleep mother dear mother the years have been long one since 1 I 7 last hushed to your lullaby song ong sing then und unto my soul it shall seem Woman hoods boods years hive been only a dream clasped to your heart to a toying embrace with your light lashes just sweeping mylace my face 4 never hereafter to wake or to weep rodic rock rne me to sleep mother rock me to |