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"Who won the war?" asked the bright young goof behind the
soda-counter.
"Huh," ejaculated the ex-sergeant gruffly as he dug up the war-tax, "I
think we bought it."
A librarian confides to us that she was visited by a young lady who
wished to see a large map of France. She was writing a paper on the
battle-fields of France for a culture club, and she just couldn't find
Flanders Fields and No Man's Land on any of the maps in her books.
The trouble with the peace table is that the Allies want it _a la
carte_, and Wilson wants it American plan--_table d'hote_.
_See also_ Exaggeration; Heroes; Soldiers; War.
EUROPEAN WAR--POEMS
_Gifts of the Dead_
Ye who in Sorrow's tents abide,
Mourning your dead with hidden tears,
Bethink ye what a wealth of pride
They've won you for the coming years.
Grievous the pain; but, in the day
When all the cost is counted o'er,
Would it be best that ye should say:
"We lost no loved ones in the war?"
Who knows? But proud then shall ye stand
That best, most honored boast to make:
"My lover died for his dear land,"
Or, "My son fell for England's sake."
Christlike they died that we might live;
And our redeemed lives would we bring,
With aught that gratitude may give
To serve you in your sorrowing.
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