Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 229, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 September 1918 — OVER HERE [ARTICLE]

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By CLYDE B. WILSON.

of the Vigilantes. What's that? Three thousand mils* >way? God, man! Say softly, that, I pray. For fear our friend who Ilves lust down The street—yes, right here in our town— May hear this thoughtless thing you say: That war’s, three thousand miles away. I’d answer not for his reply If he should hear. He'd pass the He To you so quick, hot blood you’d sweat At words you speak hut to regret. For just a moment, come with me A few steps only, you shall see Right at your door this thing you say Is full three thousand miles away. The list of ‘‘Killed In Battle” gives Our deighbor’e son—yes, he who lives Just down the street Come see, I pray If war’s three thousand miles away.