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sponded to that sentiment, but I thank God that the time came when, as 

 Kipling said of us, "Till dazed by many doubts he lifts the drumming 

 guns that have no doubts." I thank God that the time came when the 

 spirit of the American men and women arose, and when "the jingle of 

 the guinea" was drowned in the singing, tramping millions of American 

 youth bound for the other side. Let us remember this! We had easy 

 living — no such living in all the world as existed for America for twenty- 

 five years before the beginning of this war. We had gone mad with the 

 speed of living, the ease of living, the rapidity with which we amassed 

 wealth. We were willing for the first two years of the war to listen to 

 the jingle of golden sovereigns Into the coffers of America, and it took us 

 all that time to awake. Now we see it! "Till dazed by many doubts, 

 he lifts the drumming guns that have no doubts." When we did see it, 

 what did you see? You finally saw a nation with the blood of all the 

 world in its veins, a nation of one-hundred-five or one-hundred-ten million 

 people, a great cosmopolitan nation, turning its eyes to the other side, 

 facing the great conflagration and laying upon the altar of the world's 

 need our moral power, our wealth and our fighting men. And, oh, how 

 ashamed we would have been if, when the history of this world war were 

 written, it should have been said that we did not have a real share in it. 

 We have had a real share in it, but not in our losses. Of course, our loss- 

 es cannot compare with the losses of the others. I don't know what your 

 race is, but there is in the veins of this audience the blood of probably 

 a half dozen races. You men who are stockmen know this, that if you 

 keep inbreeding you get nowhere, your stock loses its virility. It is the 

 crossing of the breeds that gives your stock its strength, and of men it 

 is as true as it is of any phase of animal life. When the stock runs down, 

 bring in a new, verile stock, and so in America they have come to us 

 from all over the world. 



But I want to speak of England. If you have any differences of opinion 

 in thinking of England, put that out of your hearts, for England, that 

 "tight little isle", when the war came on, — what did England do? In 

 every harbor the length and breadth of England could be heard the rum- 

 ble as she hauled up her anchor chains, and sent her "contemptible little 

 army" across the channel to help turn the dagger pointed at the heart of 

 France. But what else did she do? She carried twenty million of her sol- 

 diers from the ends of the earth to and from the battle fields of Europe; 

 she carried 50,000,000 tons of oil and fuel, and 130,000,000 tons of supplies. 

 She swept the seas of the earth free of enemy craft. Think of it, forty- 

 eight per cent of our American boys were carried to the other side on 

 British vessels. She financed the Allies with her own billions before we 

 got in, and she fought upon seventeen battle fronts, and when the war 

 was won she left in the blasted soil of Europe a million of her sons. In 

 the reunions that will be held all over the world after this great conflict 

 we will never again hear the tramp, tramp, tramp of the feet of those 

 million Tommies who went forth to give the last measure of devotion, 

 but they will be remembered forever in the hearts of a gi-ateful world. 

 Thank God for old Britain! And remember those boys! 



What did Chatham say? The elder Pitt, in the time of the American 

 revolution, when British soldiers were attempting to put down the re- 



