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TWENTY-SIXTH YEAR Number 40
Lest We Forget.
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Today ought to be one of the most sacred, touching and
beautiful holidays of the entire year. It should be a day
when every good citizen should be more thoughtful, both o
the past ind future, when fond memories and holy inspira
tions, should possess our better selves. But with most of us
, t is a day of sadness and of glorious sorrows. We generally
decorate the graves and resting places of the heroic and be
-0 ved dead, when we'place wreaths and flowers upon their
earthly emblems of remembrances. This year Memorial
' **th‘»ad men—ri—ewd-ji—nrealization of
our disapointed hopes and increasing fears. Our state, our
homes, our people have recently passed through a most try
ing period, such as we pray may never be visited upon us
again.
While the Negro will be mindful of the reverence and
allegiance to the flag (which means so little to him in the
United States), yet he must not be lulled to sleep when haz
ardous conditions face him. In the nation and under the
Wilson administration, has he forgotten the dismissal of the
colored officials, the segregation in our competitive govern
mental civil services; the new attempts at segregation in
Baltimore and elsewhere and the Mississippi Pullman case,
the Horida case, the Civil Rights law repeal in the District of
Columbia by theU.S. Supreme judges and the sixty Negroes
murdered by lynch law and many more by mobs and as
sassination last year; the Colorado strike this year, with its
vain attempts to deprive honest and law-abiding Negroes of
a right to earn an honest living and thus make his family suf
fer?
And as a general rebuke from our people against these
conditions, we should turn out on Memorial Day and pay a
tribute of love and undying confidence, respect and allegi-
Jnccto the principles of Peter Salem, Crispus Attucks. Henry
Ward Beecher, Harriet B. Stowe, Lovejoy, Garrison, Phillips,
Frederick Douglass. Phillis Wheatly, Abraham Lincoln, Paul
L wrcnce Dunbar, Thaddeus Stevens, and their co-tempora.
. e who lived, fought, suffered and died, that liberty and
rlC |. e should be for ALL or for NON E. Let us salute the
)US lL fColorado and the United States with profound rev
tlags o wJth an enforced patriotism (which is steadily
IT*- 1 ' 0 out among our people), because of the honest efforts
dy \ n {oval hearts of those who have stood and are bravely
a " dug by the laws of humanity, the State and Nation.
Stan Let us celebrate, commemorate and ever keep green and
The sweet and sacred memories of the courageous
a ’ vc an j Negro soldiers and sailors who fought and are
•iFfi the battles of our common country and state,
i K help them to rally around the flag to make it wave
Ct US i hest the greatest, most courageous and most kind
le d-sDOked nation on the earth. While we are all stopping,
,V -dering, meditating, deeply reflecting over our unfavor-
C °? SI editions in this state and sacrifices of our soldier
ab ’ e C u„r dead and law-abiding citizens; yet let us not CRY
a cA('E lOV and HAPPINESS where THERE IS NONE.
FiA. alo’rifv over our unhappiness and wretched condition
W j encourage the perpetuation of the same ? Let our
and thu t}on be silent, dignified, reflective and yet san-
apprec } a tive of all our friends white, black and
“rowValiveand dead.
The Denver Star
DENVER, COLORADOi .'SATURDAY, MAY 30, 1914
Arlington.
At Arlington the sun goes down; _ , .
The autumn sun sinks round and red.
As though with rad ur.ee to crown’
The sacrificial blood they shod—
Those heroes who by stream and steep
Fought fenrlesa If they lost or won
And now sleep deep their long last Sleep
Beneath the sod of Arlington. --
—Clinton Scoliard in New York Sun
Hard Luck In Wartime.
The Idle General Shatter used to *•*
Joy telling how during the civil w ar
Severn! wouwhsl officers and a few prfr
vales were going up the valley of Vlr
ginln when a min came on. forcing a|l
bauds to take refuge all night in A
erhoolbouse Being very tired nil snoa
-<•11 sousd
It chanced that during the night
skunk had found its way under t!«
floor and by and by bad unnoun ed
Its presence after Its well knowi of
fective manner.
The officers all waked up: but being
gentlemen and each supposing that
the others were still asleep, they kepi
silent. At last one of the privates, a
German, could restrain himself no
longer.
“Mein Gott!" he exclaimed. “l)is is
awful! Dej shloops, und I takes, and
I haf got to slimell It all!”
"OLD ABE"
Old Abe, the Eagle That Went to War
I HE accompanying picture shows Old Abe n he looked when stuffed end
mounted la the Wisconsin state cepltol before his destruction by tin
oa Feb. M, 190*. The history of the eagle which accompanied the
Eighth Wisconsin to war Is well known. He ’‘was a living standard.
T
aoblar than any (An In brans* or gold ever born* above the lesions of Itomi
or among the victorious aagios of Napoleon It was attlnr that he should paw
a way tn flames. even as tba stormy year* of bis youth had been lived in the
•are* Joy that eballangaa death amid the draaad amoks a* battle."
MEMORIAL DAY.
By Colon*! Robert G. Ingersoll.
This day is sacred to the great
heroic host who kept this flag
above our heads, sacred to the
living and the dead, sacred to
the scarred and maimed, sacred
to the wives who gave their hus
bands, to the mothers who gave
their sons. Here in this peaceful
land of ours—here, where the
sun shines, where flowers grow,
where children play—millions of
armed men battled for the right
and breasted on a thousand
fields the iron storms of war.
These brave, these incompara
ble. men founded the first re
public. They fulfilled the proph-
Ipetas, they brought to pass the
dreams, they realized the hopes
that all the great and good and
wise and Just have made and
ha l since man was man. But
wh. t of those who fell? There
Is no language to express the
debt e owe. the love we bear,
to all the dead who died for us.
Words are but barren sounds.
We can blit staud beside their
graves and in the hush and si
lance feel what speech has never
told.
Men and Measures.
Bruce Grit Reviews Book For Star. Excellent Is Opinion
Through the courtesy of
Arthur Schemburg Esq., I am
permitted to take the follow
ing excerpts from a recent
“pud” of his which he dug up
in an old book store in New
York City. That the book
has not been generously quot
ed by the Metropolitan Press
may be due to the fact that
its author has been altogether
too outspoken with respect to
the attitude of the governing
race in this country toward
the colored races. The title
of this book is "Why Not
Now" and the author is Chas.
Gilbert Davis, M. D., author
of the Philosophy af Life. I
am going to let Mr. Davis,
with the editor’s permission,
take the platform at Page 38.
He says; Today selfishness
rules mankind. There is not
a just government on the face
ot the earth. There is not a
true democracy existing a
rnong men. Our social re
ligions and business institu
tions are rotten. Hypocrisy
shows its hideous grin in ev
ery institution that man has
founded. We pretend one
thing and perform another.
We preach brotherhood and
place the foot upon the neck
of the unfortunate. We are
galvanized with forms of
righteousness, while the heart
is rotten. Does this describe
American white man? Put
him to the test and see.
At page 40 he says; Not
only do we have the lines of
clan drawn as to occupation,
but race hatred is still more
marked. The Jew, the Irish,,
the Mongolian, the Italian,
the French, the German and
the Negro are all mingled in
one writhing man of snarling
hatred, while the corrupt cun
ning and egotistical Anglo-
Saxon extends a patronizing
paw to each, feeling quite
sure he is the Sumum Bonum.
A page 53 —We hear much of
the crimes of Negro men
against white women, and for
this we have burned him at
the stake. But do we stop to
think how many thousand
times during the last two cen
turies the heart rendering
screams of the colored girl
has gone out in helpless ap
peal as she struggled in the
grasp of her brutal overseer
or master? And for this
there was no redress only a
fiendish laugh or a brutal
oath. If all the white men
who have been guilty of this
crime against Negro women
could be tied to the stake
some night and the match ap
plied, it would send up a lurid
glare like the opening of the
gate of hell. An educated
gentleman from the South re
lated to me a few months ago
that four-fifths of the young
colored women, who went
wrong in his state owed their
downfall to white men. Is
not the virtue of the black
girl just as sacred in the eyes
Five Cents a Copy.
of God as the daughter of the
Anglo Saxon king? Let us be
just, for God is no respector
of persons. At page 57 I find
this tribute to the Negro: It
may well be said without flat
tery, that the African Race is
the greatest, most faithful and
peaceable on the face of the
earth. Had it possessed the
savagery and cunning of the
Anglo Saxon or the Latin,
it would have won centuries
ago. If today Africans were
a war-like people anti possess
ed of a fleet like Japan it six
months there would not be a
Jim Crow carin a singlesouth
ern state. There wouldn’t be
a war either. It would be set -
tled by diplomacy. Japan
has a powerful fleet and
through diplomacy her people
will be granted civil rights.
What if every man were
compelled to claim all of his
mulatto children: would not
Brigham Young turn green
with envy. What if the great
Jehovah were to appear on
earth and demand that all
you who are guilty should
step down from your high po
sition, abandon your rank of
official position and appear
before him. What a motley
cringing cowardly crowd you
would be. I can see you now
the overseer with his hang
dog look, the bloated land
owner with surprise and
shame, the banker with his
puffy pride all gone, the little
politician searching for a lie
to have an excuse; the hypo
critical robed cleric chattering
with fear because his sins had
found him out, the Governor
sneaking from the back door
of the Executive mansion
hoping to escape observation,
the judge laying aside the er
mine in which he was wont to
swell with dignity when he
dealt swift justice to the “Nig
ger;” the proud Senator stuff
ed with his toga, and wishing
in his heart that he had not
been so vehement when he
stood before the galleries and
denounced the “Nigger.”
There you are, thousands of
you, each with his crime writ
ten above his head, cringing,
crawling, cowering in the bla
zing light and majesty of eter
nal truth. I leave you with
your God. Think on these
things. Is it not true that hy
pocrisy should end? Is it not
true that thousands of you
who clamor loudest for law
to oppress the colored race,
have your own blood mingled
with theirs.
The truth is that the Negro
Race is a peaceful gentle non
war-like- people. In their
faithfulness to the ties of
friendship, they are superior
to the Angl Saxon. But the
Anglo Saxon far out strips
him in some things certainly—
in law cunning, hypocrisy and
depth depravity.
The attitude of the white
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