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THE FARMINGTON TIMES, FARMINGTON. MISSOURI, AUGUST 8, 1919 Dare We Break the Heart of the World?' A short time ago cannon boomed, flags waved, multitudes cheered, the whole nation offered a spontaneous prayer of thanksgiving, because one man, a single son of America, had come home. We have welcomed other individu als of whom we have been proud. The memory of the present generation can conjure up vivid pictures of the acclaim to George Dewey, returned from his triumph at Manila; the greet ing to Theodore Roosevelt, safely back after his game-killing in African wilds. And it requires little imagina tion to portray mentally the scenes which will follow the stepping ashore of John Pershing, one day not far distant. But in the welcomes of the past there has not been, and in the greet ings of the near future there prob ably will not be, the depth of feeling, the sincere gladness, the genuine thankfulness, which blended in the demonstration made upon the rteurn of Woodrow Wilson on July eighth. Why? He did not bring across the sea with him the laurels of battle, the medals of individual heroism, the tro phies of daring or skill. He was no great warrior, no daring adventurer, no mighty hunter. This is why: He brought with him the greatest of all gifts Peace. Not only Peace now, which through four terrible years all mankind had longed for and almost despaired of; but the prospect of Peace forever; the means if we but realize and accept it? of averting for all time such agonies as humanity suffered between August, 1914, and November, 1918. The American people hailed their President because they, a peace-loving people, wanted Peace. It had been torn from them. They had been forced to venture into strange and distant places and battle for the re gaining of this priceless belonging. They had warred to the end. They bad given of their best in men and material and self-sacrifice under Wood row Wilson's guidance. They had said to him, when the vic tory was won: "Now, let us, the newest of nations and the greatest for in our blood runs the best qualities of all the older peoples stop this suffering and waste. Let us, the big brother of all the world, make permanent a rule of justice and right. Let us establish a Court of the World, where fairness and friendliness shall settle disputes, instead of shot and shell. Go to the council-table of the nations. Speak for us these desires. The other nations have had enough of war. The time is ripe for them to agree to abolish war. It is a tremendous task, but you will accomplish it." Woodrow Wilson did accomplish that task. His interweaving of the League of Nations plan with the Treaty of Peace,, brought about after infinite toil and patience and insist ence, has resulted in the peoples of the world having at last a definite, tangible means whereby differences may be settled without the slaying of brother by brother. And so it was that in the cheers that hailed him there was not simply noisy enthusi asm but real heart; in the hat-doffings that marked his passing there was not merely respect but real reverence: in the outpourings of citizens to see him there was not just curiosity but real gratitude. And now what? Are we, the People, who demanded that Woodrow Wilson bring to us this great gift of permanent Peace, to seize it eagerly, to cherish and pro tect it, to hold it as our dearest pos session ? Or are we, the People, to be led astray by false prophets and to repudiate the gift and its bearer? In his own words: "Dare we re ject it and break the heart of the world?" Dare we lay ourselves open to what amazed historians of the future shall say to us? Or shall we gain ever lasting honor for ourselves? A brief time will tell. It was a gorgeous spectacle, that sunny Tuesday afternoon, when the President's vessel came steaming into New York harbor, with battleships and destroyers escorting her, sea planes and a dirigible circling over head, the guns of the old forts crash ing out their salutes of twenty-one shots, the bands on countless small craft filling the air with glad music, and flags everywhere rippling color fully in the soft breeze. Quite such a spectacle even if regarded merely as a show could not be recalled by those whose duties as chroniclers of events call them to witness many pub lic demonstrations. But there were two things about this event which were recognized at once by these same observers: first, the genuineness of the greeting, and, next, the obvious happiness of the President. "There seems something different about this welcome, something more sincere," said someone aboard our steamer, which carried the corre spondents and New York's municipal reception party. The remark reached the ears of a man who looms large in the life of that city and of the coun try. "There is something different," he said. "All this" with a sweeping gesture "is not so much for Wood row Wilson as for what his home coming signifies. His return to Amer ica means that this war is over, that peace has actually been established. It means that my business can now go ahead full tilt. It means that we, with our resources and industry and inventiveness, can, if we have sense enough to grasp our opportunity to keep this present peace permanently, become the actual leader-nation of the world. We can lead in production, in commerce and in morals, if I may phrase it thus. We have set an ex ample for all the world in going into a war for the sake of right alone; now we can set an example in show ing how to avoid all war, for the sake of the world's future happiness. I say, by all means -we should ratify the Peace Treaty with its League of Nations inclusion." Thus spoke Big Business Legiti mate Big Business as to the League. Through marine glasses, as our small boat neared the liner carrying the President, his figure could be seen high up on the bridge; then, as we oame nearer, his face. I bad seen him many times, from the period when he war just a professor at Princeton, up until this July day; but I had nev er seen him nor had others who knew him well so radiantly happy. His face bore a smile that seemed to indicate joy at being home, freedom from care, and satisfaction at a work well done. And in this same smile, and in his whole 'bearing, there seemed to be a confidence that the People would stand with him, as he had stood by them and will stand by them. An unceasing wave of ardor fol lowed the President through thousands of singing school children in the streets of Hoboken, then through tens of thousands of promenaders and shoppers and hurrying business-folk in the streets of New York until he reached Carnegie Hall, where a multi tude, American-like, sang The Battle Hymn of the Republic, then Over There in gnyety, and then stood cheer ing him for minutes. And each cheer, each song, rang true. In incandescents, above the stage, shone the word, PEACE. And con sciously or unconsciously, the thought of what that word meant was in ev ery mind. It was a just peace, the President told this great audience, a peace which, if preserved, would save the world from unnecessary bloodshed. But now the great task was to pre serve it. And he went on: "I have come back with my heart full of enthusiasm for throwing every thing that I can. by way of influence or action, in with you to see that the peace is preserved; that when the long reckoning comes, men may look back upon this generation of Americans and say: "they were true to tno vi sion which they saw at their birth'." From an upper box, looking down Upon the blaze of banners which sprang into action at this and other utterances touching upon the nation's opportunities, I caught sight of one emblem which differed from the rest. It was a big service flag with four stars upon its field. Holding its staff and swinging it right and left, was a woman in blue, just beyond middle age. As the meeting dispersed I sought her out. "Three sons and a nephew that's what the stars stand for," she said. I am proud they were in the tight and thank God they arc all home safe ly. But through many a month of worry and hardsnip tnis oia nag nung outside my window. I brought it here today to wave at Mr. Wilson in honor of what he has done. My ngnting boys helped to win the victory to force the peace; but Mr. Wilson is trying to do a bigger thing than that. He wants to arrange things so that women millions of them all over the world won't have to give their sons for war, either to grieve for them or to lose them forever. We did right to fight in this war, but we would do wrong to permit more wars. I can't speak for all women but all those that I know are for Mr. Wilson and the League of Nations. I don't care about the vote, I've had it and haven't used it. But if I can use it to influ ence any body to support the Presi dent, to help him in his plan for per manent peace, I will do it, just what Mr. Wilson is trying to do what it all means. God bless him!" Thus spoke Womanhood as to the League. That same Tuesday midnight, back at last in Washington, where Presi dents as a rule Beem commonplace to the populace, Woodrow Wilson was ac claimed by an assemblage or bu.uuu persons who tilled the great white railway station and spread out upon the plaza that fronts it and the wide avenues beyond. They had waited for hours, had foregone their rest, just lor a glimpse or him. A more diverse population than has the capital, one cannot find in Ameri ca. Always there are Americans there from all parts of the country. As a show-place, as a political rally ing-point, as the legislative center, Washington attracts the people of the great cities, of the tiny hamlets, of the hills and plains and waterways. There were representatives of all these localities in the welcoming throng that stood at midnight and cheered the President, and then watched his mo tor car carry him toward the White House. Two days after his arrival home, the President received half a hundred correspondents in the Cabinet room of the White House. It was the first function of the sort in more than two years. It was an appreciated privi lege to take his hand, to stand within if s feasted J) "Y"OLf know how much toasting im proves bread. Makes it taste good. Of course more flavor. Same with tobacco especially Kentucky Burley. Buy yourself a pack age of Lucky Strike cigarettes. Notice the toasted flavor. Great! Nothing like k. The real Burley cigarette. . 07 Guaranteed by Note How Everyone It has Become a Familiar Car on Nearly Every Highway. Hails the Essex Essex owners report the satisfac tion they experience at the way peo ple speak of their cars. It increases their pride of ownership. Motorists and even boys on the streets hail the Essex with such greetings as "There is an Essex." Curiosity in the car that possesses quality and performance at moderate cost and without the expense and weight of such cars as formerly were the only ones that possessed these ad vantages has given way to openly voiced admiration. ESSEX OWNERS ARE ITS SALESMEN At first it was what people who had seen the Essex said about it that led to its popularity. Now owners and there'thousands of them are endorsing it on every hand. People stop Essex owners to inquire about their car. The answer is unonimous. When asked ' as to its performance they make no reserva tions. Admiration of its riding quali ties is never lacking. Every wanted quality in an auto mobile seems to have been mej in it. Ask the first Essex owner you meet. ESSEX PERFORMANCE IS ALWAYS MENTIONED There is no uncertainty to the owner as to Essex performance. Driv ers know positively that their cars will meet any acceleration or endurance test they impose. They know they can match the performance of whatever car they en counter. There are now enough Essex cars on the road to permit you to note their performance. They are always in the lead when quick acceleration is desirable. They hold their own on the road against cars regarded as the fastest. They keep going and require little attention. The repair shop is no place to learn about the Essex for it has little need to know the repairman. Won't you make some inquiry about the Essex? You will find it in teresting and convincing. Lang Motor Company, Farmington, Mo. a few feet of him as he sat upon a ta ble swinging his legs like a bo, and to listen as he answered freely and frankly all questions that were put to him. It was a Wilson somewhat greyer, somewhat more lined as to counte nance, and a trifle older looking, that we saw, but it was a Wilson who wore that smile of happiness and relief and confidence, and it seemed to be a Wil son of broader views, of more liberal expression, and much more approach able than ever. Custom has it that a President may not be quoted directly upon what ha says at such talks, but I may say with out departure from that rule that he predicted to us flatly almost defiant ly, it seemed that the League of Na tions must, and would, be accepted, no matter what opposition there might be to it. It was only during this dec laration that the smile vanished and his face was grave and set. After he had expressed himself he was laugh ing and radiant again. All America read, that Thursday evening, the President's address to the Senate. How he said that "all the peoples of the world had demanded of the Peace Conference that it should create such a continuing concert of free nations that would make wars of aggression and spoliation, such as this that has just ended, forever impossi ble." And again, that "the League of Nations is not merely an instrument to adjust and remedy old wrongs un der a new treaty of peace; it is the only hope for mankind.' And then, that "a cry had gone forth from ev ery stricken home in every stricken land from which sons and brothers and fathers had gone forth to the great sacrifice, that such a sacrifice would never again be exacted." And finally his peroration: "We cannot turn back. We can only go forward with lifted eyes and freshened spirit, to follow the vision. It was of this we dream ed at our birth. America shall in truth show the way. The light streams upon the path and nowhere else." But all America should have felt the thrill of the words as Woodrow Wilson voiced them in the somber Senate Chamber, and all America should have listened to the applause that broke all precedents of that awe some place, and should have seen the thousands that lined Washington ave nue in a driving rainstorm just to glimpse the Peace Bringer pass from the White House to the Hill and back again. Such an experience strength ened one's faith in this nation. It seemed to" one humble observer of all these scenes, that no matter who opposes Woodrow Wilson, the American people are with him . and will remain with him. And those who are the heart and soul of America the plain People of the nation will see to it that Ameri ca is not swerved from the destined course upon which Woodrow Wilson is piloting- her. Joseph Jefferson O'Neill. Clip the coupons from St. Louis daily papers and get a can of Bo-raxo fow-H Klein'. THE DOLLAR NOW AND THEN The saying has come up from the dark ages that the way to make money is to buy cheap and to sell dear. As the Government of the United States is pointing out to its citizens, one way to do this is to buy standard securities when general prices are high and hold them for redemption when prices are lower. W. S. S. pos ters urge investors to use the pres ent "low power" dollar to buy Gov ernment securities and to receive in redemption at a later period "high power" dollars. Here is how it works. Before the war, you earned, say $3.00 a day. Now you earn, say $5.00 for doing the same work. But you can't buy any more with your five dollars than you could with your three dollars other prices have gone up in proportion to the price of your labor. If, some years after the war is over, prices and wages decrease somewhat you may, for example, be earning and spending $4.00 per day. Your War Savings Stamps become due and the Government gives you back your $83, of the then value of nearly 21 days' labor, plus your $17 interest. In terms of days' labor the Government is giving back four days more than it received from you besides your $17 interest. This changing value of the dollar has made many persons richer and others poorer without their konw ing exactly how it happened. Now is the chance to join the class of those who are going to be made richer, and one safe way to join is by buying the convenient government security the War Savings Stamps. 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