breast, the world saw that it was dealing with nothing less than a monster. England's day, this? Yes, and a glorious anniversary for her. She has indeed kept her "solid engagement to do her utmost." In a million graves are men of the British Empire who did not consider the price at which the compact would be kept. Their lives for a scrap of paper - and welcome! When we think that we are winning the war and nobody denies that it is American men and food and ships. and guns that are winning it now — let us look back to the 4th of August, 1914, and remember what nation it was that stood between the beast and his prey, scorning all his false offers of kindness to Belgium, his promises not to rob France, and his hypocritical cry of "kindred nation" to the England he really hated. But it is not alone England's day. It is the day of the opening of the world's eyes to the criminality of Prussia. It is the anniversary of Germany's loss of the war. We America, France, England, Italy, and the rest of us - will win it, but Germany lost it herself with the one stroke at Gemmenich. She believed it a masterpiece of cunning. It was the foul thrust of a coward and the deliberate mistake of a fool. The New York Sun, August 4, 1918. CARRY ON! T'S easy to fight when everything's right, IT'S And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer when victory's near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It's a different song when everything's wrong, When it's ten against one, and hope there is none, Carry on! Carry on! There isn't much punch in your blow. You're glaring and staring and hitting out blind; You're muddy and bloody, but never you mind. Carry on! Carry on! You haven't the ghost of a show. It's looking like death, but while you've a breath, And so in the strife of the battle of life But the man who can meet despair and defeat COPYRIGHT, BY BARSE AND HOPKINS Carry on! Carry on! Things never were looming so black. But show that you haven't a cowardly streak, Brace up for another attack. Carry on, old man! Carry on! There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt, And some who in brutishness wallow; There are others, I know, who in piety go Because of a Heaven to follow. But to labor with zest, and to give of your best, For the sweetness and joy of the giving; To help folks along with a hand and a song; Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer; Let the world be the better for you; And at last when you die, let this be your cry: Carry on, my soul! Carry on! ROBERT SERVICE. WAR DOGS HE story of "The Animals Going to War" tells THE how, one by one, the wild creatures, then the enemies of man, were made his friends and learned to be his helpers. In the World War, the horse has borne man into the thick of the conflict, the mule has drawn his big guns into place, and the dog has wonderfully come to his aid, so that now, whenever the "dogs of war" are let loose, the war dogs go with them. The Battle of Verdun had been raging for months; Fort Douaumont had been taken, lost, and finally retaken by the French. The Germans still poured against it a terrific rain of shot and shell, and within the battered fortress the guns were disabled and the ammunition nearly exhausted. Help was needed and needed at once. Long ago the wireless had been shot to pieces, and the telephones had been destroyed. It was sure death for a man to venture outside, let alone trying to reach the lines behind, where he might secure help. Still the defenders stood firm, and in their hearts, if not with their lips, over and over they repeated |