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The Rio Grande rattler. ([McAllen], Hidalgo County, Tex.) 1916-1917, December 25, 1918, Image 19

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The GrJJS J 1 TTJTCK The GAS ATTACK C h ristm as Edition, w r i t t e n and illu s t r a t e d on the W estern Front, and published, Decem b er 1918, at Paris, France, by the 27th A m e rican D ivision. MAJOR GENERAL JOHN F. O RYAN, Honorary Editor. LT. COL. J. LESLIE KINCAID, D irecting Editor. MAJOR TRISTRAM TUPPER, Editor. PVT. L E S L I E W. ROWLAND, A s s ’t. Editor. PVT. RAEBURN VAN BUREN, A r t Editor. CAPT. W I L L I A M J. GRANGE, B u siness M ngr. Paris R e p resentative. M. LUCIEN LAUFER, 14, rue A m p ere, Paris. To Former Comrades — To the land from which they came — Rmerica, and the land in which they fell — France, this publication is dedicated. IN A DUGOUT Ideal conditions surround us. Never before in our editorial memory were circumstances so propitious for writing a Christmas message. T o put it squarely, we are ordered not to speak ot peace until the war is over. Peace is the forbidden word. W e may not so much as whisper it. Imagine the effect it would have upon the men with their muscles breaking through well-worn uniforms. The mere mention of peace would start a riot. Therefore, it is our privilege, our right and duty to inscribe, for the first time in history, “ December 25th, ” upon a printed page which does not bear that tarnished generality “good will toward men”, a phrase which has made our usually calm and tranquil profession belliger­ ent ever since the year one. Matters are indeed simplified. W e may write of the holidays in terms of battle. W e may dip our pen in gore and paint the holly berry red. Further, our thoughts are undisturbed by conscientious pangs arising from our forgetfulness concerning Christ­ mas presents. W e have meekly followed the admoni­ tions of those department store ad writers who, with sweet humanity and a weather eye to business, command the public to spare the “ salesladies ” . W e have done our shopping early. Many souvenirs. Think of the terrific carnage had we waited until the eleventh hour in the truly reckless manner of other days. W e ’re soldiers now. W e ’ ve learned to he cautious. But if some brave post card should journey across the seas to remind us of a loved one whom we did not really forget (intentionally) then we may cover up our seeming remissness by lifting the gas-cloth portier of our dngout and, along the road or in the fields out there, gather as many helmets and “ Gott mit uns ” belt buckles as desired. Quiet, also, is conducive to platitudes of the Christmas variety and here, at last, is quiet in an editorial office. There are no copy boys, no advertisers demanding l e g i ­ timate advertising in the news columns, no political friends, while the whistle and bang of shells is silence itself compared to Park Row and the 3 rd. Avenue L. Peace, we know thy stin g ! But here there is nothing to disturb the serenity: and if while writing these lines “ in addition to other duties ” , we should be called upon to throw down the pen and slay the enemy, we can as in the past accomplish this mission and return to the ink pot with our gentle thoughts of Christmas undisturbed. In fact, the slaying- of Huns between the lines has not been infrequent during the past four years. And so while everything is pleasing and only the paci­ fist is vile, let us hasten to grasp this rare opportunity of decorating our Christmas tree editorial with facts, dis­ pensing with ihe usual tinsel of the “ good will ” variety. First let us dwell upon our Victories. Think of the j o y it will bring the Children at home to be kept in after school in order that they may learn the names — the thousand names of towns recaptured and liberated by the A. E. F. ITwv fortunate they are that we did not elect to fight in Russia. Another belligerent Chritmas thought. But wait ! - L i s t e n ! W h a t has caused this unnatural silencer W h a t hand has stopped the death rattle of machine guns and the shriek of shells ? Some one — who is it? — has torn down our gas — cloth portier. He rushes in. Excitedly he babbles of an armistice. Turkey ? — That’s a Christmas thought, but we heard it in October. A u s ­ tria? N o — this is news. Germ a n y ! The Kaiser has abdi­ cated ! It ruins our editorial. It makes it imperative that we use the ancient phrase. It must be written. Peace on earth good will toward men 1 W e say it with all our heart. (But remember! If this is only a rumor our rifle hangs there oil the wall). THE INEBRIATES Satiated with dreams of world dominion, four nations, arm in arm, reeled dowm the highway of civilization trampling upon art and science, crushing out life and the hopes of men. The world looked on aghast. Then, suddenly the knees of Bulgaria gave way. It lurched and fell. Turkey, without support on that side stag­ gered only a short way, upheld by the other two, before it stumbled and crashed to earth, dragging with it Austria Hungary. One was left, wabbling from side to side. And then the Imperial German Empire tumbled and all lay there in the gutter stupitied — a hideous example of militant inebriety that future generations will not forget. CHILDREN OF FRANCE Born in these battle scarred ages, Cradled to ballads of war, Taught from red, sorrowful pages, The sword and the shield are the law, Children of France cease thy weeping The nightmare of night is gone Victory won by thy fathers, Brings you new H o p e - - w h i c h is dawn. ITarken to music, to singing. Carnage forever shall cease A paean through the world is ringing And the burden of the paean is P e a c e ! — 1 8 —

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