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Show AS THE EDITOR SEES IT J We have cherished fond hopes that the United States might go down In history as the one great nation that escaped participation in the scourge of war that is devastating the world. Hut hope Is only hope, and ofttimes It Is hut an optimistic dream. The sacking of Columbus, N. M., by that arch bandit, Villa, and his horde of cutthroats brjngs us even to the brink of the sea of blood. It Is imperative that Villa be captured captur-ed and executed, and this duty devolves de-volves upon the army of the United States. To perform this duty the army must Invade vast portions of Mexican territory. It may he done without a clash with Carranza and bis government, but the outlook is not hopeful. Any day some act may he committed which will force us into a long and costly war. Blood, blood, blood! Everywhere we turn it is nothing but blood ! What Is the world coming to, anyway? any-way? Can you tell? If you can you are more than' human. England, Eng-land, France, Germany, Austria, Italy, Russia, Belgium, Servia, Bul-K-":a, Turkey, Montenegro, Japan, Portugal, all shedding the'r hearts' blood in a useless cause, setting the world on fire to satisfy the jealousy and hatred of kings, emperors and aristocratic fools. What will history Buy? Why, the world will be fortunate for-tunate if there is anyone left to write a history. A few countries are left that are ostensibly at peace, but even in those lands the volcano is seething and ready to 'burst forth in all its fury. Spain is restless and irritated, China is smoldering with internal revolt, Sweden, Norway and Greece are on fire, everywhere and at every hand it is either war or preparation for war. And now we, fairest of all lands, a people who love peace above all peoples of the earth, are dipping our feet into the rivers of Mexican blood, and there seems no way of staying our steps. We must avenge the sacking of our territory and ihe massacre of our innocent citizens, let the consequences be what they may. But enough of war, and blood, and death. Let us think for a fleeting moment of other and more pleasant and profitable things. The balmy days of spring will soon be with us, when the green sward and the sweet scented flowers fill our hearts with the joy of living. We should make the best of each day as it comes lo us. We should not leave until tomorrow one duty which can he performed today. And this thought brings to our mind a few very important duties which confront us if we would consider the welfare of our people. Mount Pleasant could sKu.rt a good thorough clean up. Our good housewives will take care of the homes, but we of the masculine mascu-line gender might well look to the cleaning of the streets, and the alleys, al-leys, and the vacant property. Refuse Re-fuse is to be found in many places, and these refuse heaps are breeding spots for germs, and disease, and often of death. We expect our women to keep our homes clean, and sanitary, and attractive and they do. No censure for neglect is to be placed at their doors. But they have an equal right to expect that we will keep our other surroundings in i a like spotless condition. As we .receive, so should we give. As we expect of others, so should we do ourselves. Brothers, it is up to us! And now just keep right on shout-i;g shout-i;g for those better roads we are .'.eeding so badly in every direction, especially to the power plant east of the city. Your shouts have been heard already, but they were too weak, too feeble, too half hearted. Put more vim in your words, add greater volume to your tones, and tell everybody to insist to everybody else that we need and must have better roads. Keep right on whooping whoop-ing for good roads, good roads, good roads as we are whooping at you! After, Villa, who next? Time, tide and the war wait for no man. To be sure, we might delegate the Mexican task to Ford's pilgrims. Incidently, if is more profitable to go out and get a thing than to howl because it doesn't come your way. But, then preparedness might even be extended to the commercial welfare wel-fare of Mount Pleasant. Bullets, like joy riders, never pause to take stock of the damage they inflict. in-flict. Upon second thought, Mt. Pleasant is even a better town than we had imagined. Tie to it. Soon, however, the poor dove of peace will have no place even to call its roost. Advertising is like patriotism in war time. It is Irresistible, and draws the people right into your store. Be patriotic, Mr. Merchant, by being an advertiser. We'd just be eternally tickled if we could ride around in an automobile automo-bile like so many or our neighbors are doing. But alas! Those delinquent de-linquent subscribers who always for- : get to think! mr |