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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 31, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 14

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hibition of absolutely correct stjles.
At the Belmont park races, Sirs.
Angie B. Duke, one of New York's
best dressed young women, was
snapped in the simplest of frocks.
The costume is perfect at every point
from the broad poke brim to the
slender pumps with the new "square
throat" ,
The loose wristed gloves, enor
mous pleated neck frill, small melon
shaped bag, scalloped button flaps
and band dress trimming are separ
ate features of an ensemble which
is sure to be studied by any girl or
woman having a taste for what is
really arti&Jic in dress.
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TODAY IN ILLINOIS HISTORY
May 31, 1844. Ichabod Codding,
noted underground railroad operator,
attempted to deliver a lecture in the
entry of the statehouse on the aboli
tion of slavery, was interrupted with
noises made by boys blowing horns,
throwing sticks and other annoy
ances, but gave the lecture on Satur
day afternpon without interruption.
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. I do not want my boy to go to war
To suiter cruei pain.peraaps iu ue,
Yet if the cause he should be fighting
for
Calls him to fight, I know full well
that I
Would be unworthy of a mother's
name
If I should strive to keep him by my
side.
Tis mine to recognize his country's
claim
And let him go in all his youth and
pride.
I will be brave the day he goes away,
I will not show the terror in my
heart;
But oh, dear God! how I shall watch
and pray,
Seeing my son, my splendid soh,
depart
Pray that he does his stern task
THE MOTHER
BY BERTON BRALEY
bravely well,
Bearing his share of duty to be
done,
But that from out the storm of shot
and shell
He may come safe to me, my son,
my son!
(
I do not want my boy to go to war,
Marching away to skirling fife and
drum;
But when there's-need that he should
battle for
The sake of generations yet to
come,
When war and war alone will serve
to save
The things we hold most precious
and most true,
I shall say "Go!" I shall be calm and
brave
But, oh ' my boy, how I shall pray
for you '

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