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"We in the ages lying 



In the buried past of tlie earth, 

 Built Nineveh with our sighing 



And Babel itself in our mirth; 

 And o'erthrew them with prophesying 



To the old of the new world's worth, 

 For each age is a dream that is dying, 



Or one that is coming to birth." 



I believe — and I am not stating it just to please you — I believe that 

 there is enough courage, enough determination, enough remembrance of 

 the flag of Washington, of Lincoln, of the boys who rest tonight under 

 the cliffs of Scotland who went down on that great vessel, there is enough 

 remembrance of those who rest under the mounds in the soil of France 

 and of Flanders tonight — they have become little segments, those mounds, 

 of the American homeland, those that rest on some far slope on foreign 

 soil, there is enough remembrance of them and of the old spirit of our 

 fathers and mothers, and those of colonial days, to send this great nation 

 down on its way with even a greater, fairer destiny than its mighty and 

 wondrous past, and will make of it not "a dream that is dying, but one 

 that is coming to birih." (Prolonged applause.) 



ADDRESS BY CLIFFORD B. THORNE. 



I have been rambling around this country since I left Des Moines. 

 You folks started me on my journey, and I have always been profoundly 

 grateful for your splendid confidence and backing during all these years. 

 During the past years I have been wandering about the country consid- 

 erably and having lots of interesting little experiences. I thought per- 

 haps you folks, my friends back here at home, would like to hear a few 

 words about some of the people I have met, and incidents that have 

 happened. 



I was going to tell you just two or three of them. One fellow down 

 in Texas by the name of Radford presented a case to me in which he 

 wanted to get a carload rate on the human hair from Chinamen. (Laugh- 

 ter.) Now, can you conceive of why a man would want to ship a carload 

 of Chinese "pigtails"? That was a new one to me. (Laughter.) Did 

 you ever hear of press cloth? It is used in our mills for Alter. In the 

 past they had used goats' hair and camels' hair, but that source of sup- 

 ply was becoming depleted and Mr. Radford learned that over in China 

 the people were cutting off their hair and throwing it away, and he found 

 he could use that. At the present time he has 800,000 pounds of Chinese 

 pigtails in storage at Houston, Texas, or in transit there. (Laughter.) 

 He said that he will average about two million pounds a year before he 

 is through, and he further insists that it is a permanent enterprise — that 

 the pigtails are growing back there in China just like the trees of the 

 forests. (Laughter.) I hope that he will succeed. 



On the Pullman as I go back and forth from one town to another, I 

 haye an opportunity to meet lots of interesting folks. I think it sur- 

 passes any club! For instance, on one trin to Washington I had a long 



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