Life — January 21, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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Te Sa SCRIBNER To be published January 23,1915 | “, icture of the great canal a Pen tilder ‘on the job" Personality | of Colonel Goethals By Joseph Bucklin Bishop | or of “The Panama Gateway,” and for nine autor of TM eaary of the Tsthmian | } Canal Commission | Hi i i Goethals’ { ishop will give in detail Col. Goethals's EGE, ae ‘mecting and solving the many problems | TTist confronted bim from day to day, illustrating Te kith nomerous anecdotes and incidents. The second installment of The Freelands | The new serial by John Galsworthy Mr. Galsworthy has never written anything that hac made amore immediate appeal to the reader's ntere The F ily with its widely con | English country background, Militarism and Democracy in German | By Oswald Garrison Villard A very clear presentation of the relations between the army and the people. Eight Decorations for the Panama-Pacific Inter- national Exposition, by Frank Brangwyn. Four of them beautifully reproduced in colors. | The Motor in War and Peace: The Motor in Warfare By Charles L. Freeston The present war “is not a war of men, it is a, war of machines.” The rapidity, the “ speeding-up "of athe war has been due to the wonderful efficiency and ! ‘use of motors. Mr. Freeston shows the many motors have increased the mobility and strength of the armies. Motoring in the High Sierras By Charles J. Belden A wonderful motor journey through one of the most picturesque mountain regions of the United | States. _| The Woman at the Wheel | By Herbert Ladd Towle | | Women and the use of the motor—gasolene ana | | Short Stories by John Galsworth: George Hibbar. Katharine Fullerton Gerould | Hl Mary Synon | | Paris in’ Etching in “The Field of Art” on Subscriptions to Scribner's Magazine may begin with any namber. The ssbicription price is $3.00 a year, Remittances by draft or | pasta money order, or in currency if sent by registered mail, No extra charge for Canadian poctege.” For ether countries ia the postal snton subscriptions $4.00. CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK CITY a a al ag The Song of the Dying The wounded German drank from the bottle offered by the Frenchman as they lay on the field. —News Despatch. Y the rusted swords of our fathers, By the fields where the valiant bled, By the tears of the early-widowed, We swore to avenge our dead. By the anguish that knows no comfort, By the breaking hearts and the pain, We plighted our troth to the sabre, We drained a toast to the slain, They called and we left the harvest To the sweep of an alien scythe; We cut our tics to the fireside, For the plains where the wounded writhe. Was there aught of the fearful part- ing, One jot of the sorrow and woe, A twist of the severed heart-strings, A grief that we did not know? We've seen the eyes of our children As they filled in the last embrace; Through our dreams in the darkened trenches We've looked on a streaming face. At the hail of the soughing bullets, At the shock of the blood-stained field, We've known what it was to falter, We've cursed the command to yield, With the savage And the maddening lust to kill, We've entered the death-mined valley, We've mounted the shell-swept hill. But the joy of the clashing sabres And the thrill of the fight is fled. Your hand, for the mists are falling, And we sleep to-night with the dead. fierce blood-thirst of the Your hand, may we bear no malice, Let kings and emperors hate; We followed our ensigns to glory, And shared but the common fate. They've builded their thrones on our corpses Since ever the world began, They've lifted their towers to Mam- mon, . And lowered the temple to Man. We've fought for their crowns and sceptres, We've died that their heirs might live, Our wounds were the motes in the sunshine, For we had a life to give. The blood of a thousand thousand Was shed in the stroke of a pen; At their nod we were slaves in living, But they let us die like Men, William Wright. “he Perfunne of Old-Fashioned Od Tender Memories Lilas de Rigaud WHEN the winter winds sweep over the world— and the dusk falls—and it’s candle-lightin® time—where do you like most to send your thoughts adrifting? Rackward—do where Dr you not?—to an Old-fashioned ms lie thick on the sun-flecked grass Tender ries float on every breath of the soft. wind. Sunder Lilac’ blooms, you wander down still paths ‘and into quiet doorways that lead to peace. Lilas de Rigaud is like a breath of the same old lilac-scented air and brings back the picture as vividly as though it were but yesterday. Try it your: self, Suggest it to a friend whose memories are sweet. 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