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This page contains WWI propaganda and commentary circa 1917-1918. **Main Cartoon ("Self-Determination"):** An older German military officer (likely representing Kaiser Wilhelm or German autocracy) sits with a young child labeled "Poland," illustrating the ironic contrast between Germany's claimed defense of "self-determination" and its actual imperial domination of occupied territories. **"G.A.R. to A.E.F." Poem:** A message from Civil War veterans (Grand Army of the Republic) to American Expeditionary Forces in France, urging young soldiers to fight for democracy against "autocracy." **"Tar and Feathers" Article:** Satirizes mob justice against pro-German pacifists, arguing the practice is insufficiently harsh—a darkly humorous defense of vigilante patriotism. **"Some Fight!" Story:** A humorous dialect narrative about a Black stevedore's exaggerated war letter to his girlfriend, mixing period racism with working-class humor about actual combat versus manual labor assignments. The page reflects American wartime propagandizing and the era's casual racial stereotyping.

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960 G. A.R. to A. E. F. OP! Expeditionary Force, ‘or Democracy’s salvation And Autocracy’s remorse, Take a warning and a blessing From your fathers who have fought, So that, both of them possessing, You may set the foe at naught. nd promise of the nat Take a warning: that the fighting Ts not over in a day. Oh, the failures, weary, blighting ! Oh, the desperate delay! For the waiting, and the hiding, And the unexpected shock, You will need the calm abiding Of the everlasting rock. Take a blessing: gallant heroes rom a nation that is free, You are facing worse than Nero's Cruelty and treachery: All of heave God preserve you safe and true, For the folks at home who love you And the land that prays for you! bends above you, We who know the olden story— Freedom's story, proudly great— How we glory in your glory And the splendor of your fate! Take our high congratulation, Far against the foeman hurled— We who fought to save the nation, You who fight to save the world! Amos RK. Wells. Tar and Feathers HE number of pro-Germans and pacifists who have been tarred and feathered is not considerable, com- pared with our total population. But it has been enough to excite the indig- nation of those who feel that in per- forming this fussy operation some of our enthusiastic citizens are going too far. To decorate any person with a coat of tar and feathers is, no doubt, a mark of displeasure, and no one who has it done to him would want to speak to the one who did it if they should ever meet again, even under the most favor- able circumstances. But we are frank in saying that our particular objection to this mark of endearment is that it is too mild, be- sides being over-expen Tar is go- ing up, and so are feathers. Why waste them on a pro-German or a pacifist? “ SELF-DETERMINATION " “Now, Some Fight! American negro stevedore as- signed to the great docks in south- western France had written several let- ters to his black Susanna in Jackson- ville, Fla., when she wrote back saying: “You-all don’t nevah tell me nothin’ "bout de battle a-tall. Tilda Sublets Dave done wrote her all about how he kotched two Germans all by hisself and kilt three mo’. The stevedore was reluctant to tell his girl that he was doing manual labor and that his only accoutrement was the ROY, TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE MEL” from he ate his war His reply tinware which bread, “slum” and coffee. ran: “Dear Sue: “De battle am goin’ on. You would faint if I tole yuh de full details. Ah’m standin’ in blood up to mah knees, and every time Ah move Ah step on a daid German. We're too close to use our rifles, and we're bitin’ and gougin’ ’em At one time me and two othah niggahs was hangin’ onto de Crown Prince wid our teeth, an’ old Papa h beat us off reeumfosments come!” iser done wid a fence rail untwell comicbook seer