White Pine News Weekly Mining Review

Gird on the Sword!
(H. G. Lambert.)

Gird on the sword!
The time for words is past;
The trumpet sounds the arming for the fray,
No time to quibble now!
The die is cast,
The nation now gives welcome to the day,
Welcome to the day, when facing unafraid
The hosts of murder, lust and crime
We'll strike with France and set the Belgians free
And stamp the German Kultur in the slime.

Gird on the sword! The cry for arms is heard!
Give to the Kaiser what he asks -- 'tis war!
Now let him know Columbia's wrath is stirred;
Take now your place and strike for liberty and fame.
Leave to your sons an honored heritage
And not the slacker's heritage of shame.
Beneath Old Glory's starry field of blue
Your place is vacant, waiting now for you.

To each who call himself American today,
The call has come.
He has his part to play,
His work to do, his debt to pay;
Debts to the fathers who in years gone by
Were not afraid to fight, were not afraid to die!
Debt to our ally France the free.
Who in the past gave of her life her blood.
To gain and hold our liberty.

God knows your cause is just,
Your anger righteous to the core,
Long sought we honored peace and strove
With might and main from war
And all to what avail?
Are the seas free to peaceful ships again?
Ask the blue ocean's depths their tale
Of sunken ships and foully murdered men!

Think of the plots and crafty plans deep laid
Before the Bernstorffs were compelled to go,
To cause us inward strife and bring us war with Mexico!
Can you forget these wrongs?
Are you a slave?
To shirk is but to help dig deep the grave of liberty.
Is freedom safe if Germany should win?
God save the mark! You know it's not
Help plant the old flag in Berlin!

As in Much Greater Cases.
Johnny, it was very wrong for you and the boy next door to fight.
We couldn't help it father.
Could you not have settled your differences by a peaceful discussion of the matter, calling in the assistance of unprejudiced opinion, if need be?
No, father. He was sure he could whip me and I was sure I could whip him, and there was only one way to find out. Washington Star.

How He Felt.
The two girls were talking with a young lieutenant who had got a bullet through his arm.
And what were your emotions during the first battle? asked one girl.
What were my emotions?
Yes. How did you feel?
Yes. Slightly bored, was the reply.
Exchange.

The Effects of Habit.
In reward of faithful political service an ambitious saloonkeeper was appointed police magistrate.
What's the charge aga'in this man he inquired when the first case was called.
Drunk, your honor, said the policeman.
The newly made magistrate frowned upon the trembling defendant.
Guilty or not guilty? he demanded.
Sure, sir, faltered the accused. I never drink a drop.
Have a cigar then, urged his honor persuasively as he absently polished the top of the judicial desk with his pocket handkerchief.