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Journeys Along Life’s River ofTfine *R*R ★ R ★ lam a Symbol. Emblem of purity, love, liberty, happiness and abundant, refulgent life. Reverence I receive from men but not by bowed head or bended knee; before me people stand erect with eyes lifted along the way to'liberty and happiness; and heart and hand are joyfully pledged yi allegiance to my principles. To sustain my high purposes I ask all that men can give, even to life itself; but while I live there will be returned to men those blessings and privileges with out which death is to be preferred before life. Any land that I guard holds all men equal; demands unswerving justice as the first principle of liberty; freedom of spiritual, mental and material growth as man's x inviolable inheritance from his Creator. I recognize no race, no creed, no class; only humanity as a unit and Divine creation. I force no person to join the legions who follow where I lead; but once my standards are accepted I demand faithful service, to the very utmost The Nations of the world turn to me with love, thanksgiving, praise, entreaty, prayer, hate, fear —according to their needs and deeds — and they turn not in vain. Weary soldiers in me find strength. Heart sick mothers and fathers from me draw comfort. The weary of the world by look at me gain hope equal to their trials. No force was ever born of man that could influence or dominate me in favor of any evil purpose. I have never heralded an unworthy cause; nor have I ever neglected or lost a righteous one. lam a Living Sym bol —supreme where right and good and God are concerned. lam a Flag—The Red, White and Blue —The Stars and Stripes—FßEE AMERICA’S GLORIOUS EMBLEM. *R★R * R ★ In s field of ripened cotton A bit of snowy white lies curled. ’Tis picked, worked; and from it gotten The cloth now to the breeze unfurled. ’Neath the fair, sunny tropic skies The busy silk worms work; and give Their all, that from this gift may rise That silk for which we nobly live. So, hands of men have touched with love The things that nature freely gave; *A Symbol lives —all things above — FLAG of The Free—The True—The Brave. *R*R ★ R * “See America First.’’ In this war born slogan we are now following there is more than the physical action it conveys. We should “See America” with our mind and as well as with the sight that admires the marvels of nature and man our land displays. Quiet, earnest journeys in histories, biographies, and the many volumes of American life and endeavor are as much needed and to be desired as tours of the country. We need to learn who and what our neighbors are, their purposes and ideals and how they occupy their time so that we may go to them as guests and not as mere sight-seers; and that we may be able to act a true host’s part to those that visit us and tender them the hospitality friends and neigh bors have a right to expect. There is not a -library in the land — whether it be private, religious, secular, educational, institutional or public —but contains many books filled with information about the land we should “See First.” It is some manner of a duty that we study these and surely it is a desirable thing for merely personal, self ish reasons. Our knowledge of America and her people determines the amount of service we will be able to give, and limits the pleas ures and benefits we may reoeive from this storehouse of illimitable resources and unbounded opportunities. “See Amenoa First”— with mind and eye. ★R*R * R ★ My Flag’s Place One faithful life ! Devoted, giving all where any other one would fail. Seeking always to save from harm that might assail— My mother. One earnest help! A strength and guide that ever held me safe and sure On right’s straight highway—from all ill and wrong secure— My father. One loving heart! Sent by God my life and soul to fill and oomplete. Altar where I go for strength when fate would bring defeat— My wife. One growing soul! Angel’s gift to lend my life full purpose and test. And bring to live for men the things that are the best — My child. One bit of earth I To me more sacred than all others and more dear; Haven from threat of stress and storm and every fear — My home. One blest treasure! My greatest blessing—’tis held in trust from above — In many things rich, but richest of all in love — My life. All these, and more, bring joys; and cure for every pain That days and years to men are wont to show. For them I hold all toil and strife to be but gain And no other service than this would I know. But before them one other stands for me to ever see, Holding first, that by its right they may happy be; And for it leave them all —the banner that leads the free — MY COUNTRY’S FLAG. ★R*R * R * The news of the day says much about persons who insult the Flag. “Forced to Kiss the Flag.” This headline appears, or the fact CHIPS O’ LIFE By Al Truism. Freedom’s Symbol A Birth x is expressed, in nearly everr newspaper itsunjoi that day. Some person insults and dishonors the National Emblem and what it represents and as a punishment he is .made to kiss the Stars and Stripes. Is it not possi ble that this is a mistaken judgement as to what, in such a case, is punish ment and atonement ? Why heap further insult and profanation upon the Banner we love by letting some viper in human form touch it ? If such a one insulted a mother or sister or sweetheart —any woman —would such a wild thought as this be held for a moment ? Never ! Some very real, tangible punishment would be meted out and the offender warned not so much as to gaze on our loved one—to say nothing about toaching her. Kiss the Flag! Surely that should be permitted only to loving, devoted lips. We easily picture the thoughts that must pass through the aborted mind of one who hates this Symbol as he is forced to press his lips on its saored colors. The mere thought of such unspeakable des ecration makes one’s blood run hot and one’s eyes see red. Such judge ment does not bring to the offender any larger or truer conception of all this Flag represents. He must find in our errant zeal cause for further disrespect. Punished such a one should be —without fail. * But the pun ishment should teach a wholesome respect for the principle and benefits Old Glory guards and due reverence for their Symbol—the same Old Glory. Deny suoh a one the privileges he mocks or the liberty he flaunts? banish him from the land to which he cannot, or will not. return some measure of the blessings he receives or even shoot him —but in the name v of everything this Symbol represents to us let us never permit his dirty flesh to touch what is the delight and love of every true American heart —Our Flag. * la * pi * Pi * Red Cross ! Writing, speaking, thinking—giving our attention in any way to our Flag or to the war brings to mind thought and picture of this other Symbol that all humanity has come to love, respect and follow. Other symbols there are, by hundreds. The first recorded history of man, chiseled on cliff and wall and tomb, preserves on its rook and marble Run Up Old Glory Run up Old Glory! Let it blaze In red and white against the sky And tell the story of the days When hearts were stout and hopes were high. Forget the daily fights of greed, Forget the struggles of dismay Of facing cruelty and need — Run up Old Glory for the day. Run up Old Glory! Think of all The old flag means to you and me, Of how the blast of freedom’s call Shook out its folds from sea to sea; Red with the blood that it has oost, White with the souls of them that died — Today by laughing breezes tossed It whispers of a nation’s pride. Run up Old Glory! Fling it forth And feel anew the country-oall That thrills East, West and South and North And has its word for one and all. Run up Old Glory —fling it far Across the blue of heaven’s dome, And feel that every stripe and star Is warder of your hearth and home. pages, banners and symbols the first nations and people set up and honored. Today every nation of the earth has its flag. But this is not all. Each nation has within its bounds states, counties, tribes, clans — many divisions, sub-divisions and groups of its people and each of these has its own, special banner or symbol. And this is not all. The desire for an emblem is felt by schools, colleges, societies, dubs: all and sundry united bodies of men, women and children show to the world some design that stands to all for'their particular ideals, principles and purposes. And now the war has brought to t individuals an emblem their very own —a service flag. It could not be that out of suoh a number and variety of symbols, serving an equal number and kind of purposes, there would not rise one that should have for all people the same significance. This was not pos sible because that very thing has become a reality. If this war accom plishes no other thing for humanity’s good and advancement: if out of the confliot no other lesson is brought than this one which the Red Gross Symbol embodies, the cost will not have been too great. The people of this world need to know more of Mercy. Is it likely that this war would have been visited upon us if the spirit of the Red Cross had been a part of the world’s daily living ? No authority or argument could show suoh result from people so habited and actuated. So it is that the one outstanding feature of the war is its charities and mercies of which the greatest and farthest reaohing is the Red Cross. There is not a people on this earth that have not felt its influence, and by this reoeived a new conception of life and their own plaee, sig nificance and worth in.it* No sufferer, wherever he may be, in the deepest jungle, remotest, most isolated community, even fartherest south or north, but has heard, if not felt, the mercy this Symbol represents. Suoh a power and purpose will never come to an end—or even grow less in its reach and effort. The very quality that gives it life will add to its growth. We do not forget the Red Gross. We oannot. It is with us in every plaee and walk of life. We give—we iflust until it hurts —but we may be sure every gift fixes more secure in the lives of men those prin ciples for which the Red Gross Symbol stand* Principles of Mercy and Love —may this Symbol ever rise over all others and bold always the place it has gained in the hearts and affairs of men. By Wilbur D. Neabit. * I* « K *' * * How History Has Been Made by Men on Horse back, in the Service of Their Country By M. O. Fredericks. * ft * ft * ft * Young: as our nation in, so many stories has it of heroes on horseback in the service of their conntry, that in trying to enumerate them there seems to be neither beginning nor end. Of speoial interest to Los Angelenos is the ride of John Brown, better known as Juan Flaco —Lean John. Without a shot being fired California had been taken by Stockton and Fremont. The Californians evidently were not adverse to the change. Besides, as Gen. Vallejo said, had they wished to resist they had nothing but sticks (lances) and old flint-locks that wouldn’t go off half the time, whioh would not have made much of an argument against the Ameri can long range rifles. Their non-resistance did not indicate they were cowards. No lees an authority than U* S. Grant, with knowledge gained in the Mexican War, said the troops were “poorly clothed, worse fed and seldom paid.” “With all this I have seen as brave stands made by some of these men as I have seen made by soldiers.” Some suggested placing themselves under protection of the English: but one of their wise counsellors related the story of the old market woman from whom a dog had stolen a ham. She sent another dog to recover it, and when asked what she expected to gain in the transaction, replied that it would at least be a satisfaction to know the first dog could not keep it. He thought in the case of California it would be merely a change of owners. While some might prefer the British bulldog, he favored the American grayhound. It had been fleetest in the chase and captured the quarry, and he thought it should be allowed to keep it. Of course it was not for the Californians, and Stockton and Fremont to decide. The question was satisfactorily settled between Uncle Sam and the Mexican government, the former purchasing the undeveloped, and much of it seemingly almost worthless region. When Los Angeles was taken Gillespie was left in command with only fifty men, and reinforcements 500 miles away. The rigors of military government, as here interpreted, proved to a people not used to much of any kind, and Stockton and Fremont were hardly out of sight before popular indignation at overmuch au thority expressed itself in the always active revolutionary spirit. The garrison on Fort Hill was attacked by a few men at 3 o’clock a. m., September 22, 1846. They were repulsed with three killed and wounded, and in the morning driven out of town. Within twenty-four hours 600 mounted horsemen, armed with gnus and lan ces and “one fine piece of brass artillery’’ surrounded the town and placed it in a state of siege. ★ ft ★ ft * ft * Gillespie’s supplies cut off, the situation was growing desper ate. Then John Brown, the lean Yankee, who could ride with the best of them, had an important mission. There are several versions of this famous ride, the most popular of which is as follows: At 8 o’ clock the night of the 24th, provided with a package of cigarettes on each paper of which was written ‘‘Believe the Bear er,” stamped with Gillespie’s seal, Juan Flaco mounted the fleetest horse to be had and slipping through the enemy’s cordon, away he sped for Monterey. But he was discovered and hotly pursued by fifteen Californians, who, unable to follow him in the darkness, fired a shot after the fleeing figure and gave up the chase. The bullet struck the horse and seemed to impart its own velocity to the flying animal. He cleared a ravine thirteen feet wide, but at the end of two miles dropped dead from his wound. Springing from his saddle, Juan Flaco walked twenty-seven miles to Las Virgines ranch, where he secured another mount and was joined by another American. With the magic of the cigarettes he secured fresh horses and other aid as needed, from resident Amer icans along the way. The way led over wild mountains, with steep ridges and deep gorges, along the sands of the sea beach, through forests, over plains and unbridged rivers. Onward to Santa Barbara they sped, then to near San Luis Obispo, where they went into camp at 11 o’clock at night. His companion had given out, and next morning Juan Flaco went on alone. He arrived at Monterey more dead than alive from his 460 miles ride to find that Stockton was at San Francisco, 140 miles away. Strong coffee, a good meal, and three hours of sleep revived him; and provided with a permit to impress other horses as needed, he left Monterey on a race horse, reaching Yerba Buena at 8 o’clock p. m. the 28th. Another version says Juan Flaco’s horse leaped into the ravine instead of across it, and broke his leg. Whereupon the rider walked four miles to a ranch, carrying his saddle. There are also conflicting accounts of the time required, but from available data it seems to have been six days instead of four. The time would be considerably lengthened by the many deviations of the trail —there were no roads as we know them—and the detours necessary to avoid possibly hos tile travelers, besides his walk, and having to hunt up fresh horses on the way. It was nothing to Lean John’s discredit that Stockton’s aid failed to reach the besieged garrison in time to prevent its capitula tion, and the spread of the revolutionary infection which ultimately resulted in the retaking of California. ♦H*H * H * Six months later Fremont himself made his famous ride from Los Angeles to Monterey, in this instance called 420 miles, and back again, for a conference with other officers. He was accompanied by Jesus Pico and a servant. For changes they drove six horses ahead of them and about every twenty miles they lassoed fresh horses for the saddle and let those they had ridden run free for a while. Leaving Los Angeles at daybreak the 22nd of March, they spent the night at Santa Barbara, 125 miles; the next night at San Luis Obispo, 136 miles. This was the home of Jesus Pico, who with other leaders had been condemned to death, and afterwards pardoned by Fremont. The enthusiastic demonstrations of gratitude for his humane action made it impossible to proceed on the journey until 1 o’clock next day. Making seventy miles, they camped out Ninety miles the day following brought them to Monterey three hours before sunset. The party reached Los Angeles on schedule time, having made the round trip of 840 miles in eight and a half days.—Ex. DARING RIDES The Mission of Lean John. Fremont’s Famous Ride.