anaheim-daily-herald 1921-11-11

If you want help, or have something for sale, Anaheim Herald want ad columns are the direct route to your audience. VOL. VIII. EIGHT PAGES Armistice Day TODAY IS ARMISTICE DAY—a day consecrated to bitter—sweet memories and tender thoughts. The nations of the world stand with bowed heads—voicing a Thanksgiving prayer; first, for the flower of manhood that made the last and greatest sacrifice on the battle fields of France, for the preservation of a Christian civilization—for the liberty of the whole world. To such great souls as these there is no death—only unfading glory Buried on the field where they fell their dust will hallow the soil, but their real sanctuary will be in the warm, loving heart of the nation they served with full, complete, consummate devotion. Words, flowers, praise, are all that a grateful nation can offer at the shrine of these whose eyes are closed, whose lips are sealed forever. For the living—those who fought through red war's hell—our love is equal since they, too, presented their lives a will be in the warm, loving heart of the nation they served with full, complete, consummate devotion. Words, flowers, praise, are all that a grateful nation can offer at the shrine of these whose eyes are closed, whose lips are sealed forever. For the living—those who fought through red war's hell—our love is equal since they, too, presented their lives a willing sacrifice on the altar of their country. To these splendid patriots we tender our tribute of sincere affectionate regard—whole-heartedly happy in the possession of the precious privilege of being able to show our gratitude more substantially to the illustrious living—a privilege denied to us in respect to those who have marched into immortal glory. Both did their best—their matchless courage, their superb, dramatic, brilliant work has inscribed a story of imperishable grandeur on the tablets of historic fame. Out of their achievement a new ideal of civilization was established—the nations of the whole world stooped under the galling burdens of imperialistic persecution lifted their heads and caught the inspiring vision of the whole world being transformed into one vast laboratory where men could test their new-born freedom—their new ideals—where they could work together in harmony, happiness, prosperity and peace, undisturbed by mad, swash—buckling militaristic autocrats! IT TOOK SUCH A CATACLYSM OF war to crystallize and create this new word AMERICANISM. History will record no self-imposed sacrifice nobler than America voluntarily made for the principles of AMERICANISM during the world war. To right the most appalling wrongs that were ever attempted upon the world by a mad and brutal power, America, 3000 miles away, answering a universal and God-given sympathy, entered the world war, and but for this, the withering, destroying and blighting powers of Satan and his cohorts would have prevailed and civilization been destroyed. To right the most appalling wrongs that were ever attempted upon the world by a mad and brutal power, America, 3000 miles away, answering a universal and God-given sympathy, entered the world war, and but for this, the withering, destroying and blighting powers of Satan and his cohorts would have prevailed and civilization been destroyed or turned back thousands of years. Asking nothing for herself, flying the banners of justice and freedom and humanity, and with a smile upon her determined face, America sailed across stormy and dangerous seas and landed before the battle front, the bravest, most initiative and invincible army that ever faced the foe—and saved for the world the holiest cause for which a sword was ever drawn, that right and liberty should not be driven from the earth. And so, in order to symbolize the spirit that led her voluntarily to assume the soul-racking responsibilities, burdens and sacrifices to save humanity, the word "Americanism" was created. It came from the crucible of terrific strife, from the white heat of battle and from the clash and shock of opposing armies. It is the most vital word now in the English language. In it are crystallized the hope and faith and unselfish love of mankind. It stands for the God-like sentiment of America, for the support of right against wrong, for good against evil, for justice against injustice. It stands as the champion for every good thing that mankind has fought for, hoped for, prayed for and died for since the world began. It stands against every evil thing, every wrong thing, every detestible thing, every cowardly thing that Satan has erected. AHEIM DAILY HEH ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1921. Free Day and Ame PETER STOFFEL CO'M'18TH INF. DIED JULY 1918 NO 16 Peter Stoffel, Anaheim’s Martyr-Hero of World War Americanism Shock of bursting shells, Rash and roar of thundering guns, Briefk and mourn and whine of shrapnel, Peaseless staccato bark of machine guns, Silent and unseen approach of death-dealing Marking, invisible submarine, assassin of the sea MICANISM BORN. Mism means to possess the highest ideals. Determined, unequivocating protest Militarism—Bolshevism—I. W. W.-ism! That this magnificent nation Appreciating the passings Mass resources; of unbounded opportunity Kind, to gather the fruits Genius, initiative, energy and thrift. Means that the American people still hold The Peace first made for all the world by the Man was not made in vain. In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies grow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky The larks still bravely singing, fly. Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago. We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe! To you from failing hands we throw The torch. Be yours to lift it high! If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, tho poppies blow In Flanders fields. By Lieutenant-Colonel John McC HERALD If your goods age not moving as fast as you want them to, a well worded display ad in The HERALD will solve the problem. 1921. NO. 304. Americanism PRESIDENT HARDING'S SPEECH We are met today to pay the impersonal tribute. The name of him whose body lies before us took flight with his imperishable soul. We know not whence he came, but only that his death marks him with the everlasting glory of an American dying for his country. He might have come from any one of millions of American homes. Some mother gave him in her love and tenderness, and with him her most cherished hopes. Hundreds of mothers are wondering today, finding a touch of solace in the possibility that the nation bows in grief over the body of one she bore to live and die, if need be, for the republic. If we give rein to fancy, a score of sympathetic chords are touched, for in this body there gave him in her love and tenderness, and with him her most cherished hopes. Hundreds of mothers are wondering today, finding a touch of solace in the possibility that the nation bows in grief over the body of one she bore to live and die, if need be, for the republic. If we give rein to fancy, a score of sympathetic chords are touched, for in this body there once glowed the soul of an American, with the aspirations and ambitions of a citizen who cherished life and its opportunities. He may have been a native or an adopted son; that matters little, because they glorified the same loyalty, they sacrificed alike. We do not know his station in life, because from every station came the patriotic response of the five millions. I recall the days of creating armies and the departing of caravels which braved the murderous seas to reach the battle lines for maintained nationality and preserved civilization. The service flag marked mansion and cottage alike, the riches were common to all homes in the consciousness of service to our country. We do not know the eminence of his birth, but we do know the glory of his death. He died for his country and greater devotion hath no man than this. He died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in his heart and hope on his lips, that his country should triumph and its civilization survive. As a typical soldier of this representative democracy, he fought and died, believed in the indisputable justice of his country's cause. Conscious of the world's upheaval, appraising the magnitude of a war like of which had never horrified humanity before, perhaps he believed his to be a service destined to change the tide of human affairs. In the death gloom of gas, the bursting of shells and rain of bullets, men face more intimately the great God over all, their souls are aflame, and consciousness expands and hearts are searched. With the din of battle, the glow of conflict, and the supreme trial of courage come invol- In the death gloom of gas, the bursting of shells and rain of bullets, men face more intimately the great God over all, their souls are aflame, and consciousness expands and hearts are searched. With the din of battle, the glow of conflict, and the supreme trial of courage, come involuntarily the hurried appraisal of life and the contemplation of death's great mystery. On the threshhold of eternity, many a soldier, I can well believe, wondered how his ebbing blood would color the stream of human life, flowing on after his sacrifice. His patriotism was none less if he craved more than triumph of country; rather, it was greater if he hoped for a victory of all human kind. Indeed, I revere that citizen whose confidence in the righteousness of his country inspired belief that its triumph is the victory of humanity. This American soldier went forth to battle with no hatred for any people in the world, but hating war and hating the purpose of every war for conquest. He cherished our national rights and abhorred the threat of armed domination; and in the maelstrom of destruction and suffering and death he fired his shot for liberation of the captive conscience of the world. In advacing toward his objective was somewhere a thought of a world awakened, and we are here to testify undying gratitude and reverence for that thought of a wider freedom. On such an occasion as this, amid such a scene, our thoughts between defenders living and defenders dead. A grateful republic will be worthy of them both. Our part is to atone for the losses of the heroic dead by making a better republic for the living. (Concluded On Page Four)