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Volume XVII Indianapolis, Ind., February 21, 1921 Number 3 George Washington Arthur To state the usual facts surrounding Washington's life would be unnecessary, for every student in America knows the "Father of Our Country," or George of "Cherry tree fame." However, we do not see him as his intimate friends did. We simply entertain a vague ideal, and are satisfied. Washington came first into the public eye when on that ill-fated trip of Braddock's. By his judgment and valor, our youthful soldier, in the dismal hour of Indian victory, saved the remains of a defeated army. When the dark days of the Revolution came, Congress elevated him, by unanimous consent, to the command of her entire army. At Boston he infused the invincibility of love of country and gave the stability of system to an undisciplined, courageous, and virtuous yeomanry. We are all familiar with the campaigns that followed, culminating in that last concentration of forces at Yorktown, and winning for Washington the deserved and everlasting love of the "^people of the U. S. After this victory, the "Leader in War" was called forth to serve the public further. He organized and built up the shattered States during his two terms as president and set many good examples which each succeeding president has followed. Thus it was that the founder of our federate republic, our bulwark in war, our guide in peace, lived his life, in the service of his country. He was but a man; he had his trials, his temptations, and his quarrels;but he also possessed the qualities which have made him, in our hearts, almost a super-man. We cannot give Washington too much credit for the debt our nation owes him. He sacrificed his fortune, his life, and his health in order to secure our present government. He inspired in his countrymen the spirit of patriotism which has held the Union invincible throughout the War of 1812, the Civil War, and the recent World War. We, to-day, fight to maintain that Harris which he fought for and gained. His spirit will survive the ages and serve as a guiding hand and reliable counsel for those in whom we shall trust the government of this nation. The following verses of poetry by Robert Burns, convey an idea of the depth of feeling and honor with which we, the American people, regard the birthday of George Washington: No Sparten tube, no Attic shell, No lyre seolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, let me take! See gathering thousands, while I sing, A broken Chain exulting bring, And dash it in a tyrant's face And dare him to his very beard, And tell him he no more is feared— No more the despot of Columbia's race! A tyrant's proudest insults braved, They shout a People freed! They hail an Empire saved. Thee, Caledonia! They wild heaths among, Famed for the martial deed, the heaven-taught song, To thee I turn with swimming eyes; Where is that soul of Freedom fled? Immingled with the mighty dead, Beneath that hollowed turf Wallace lies Hear it not, Wallace! in thy bed of death. Ye babbling winds! in silence weep, Disturb not ye the hero's sleep, Nor give the coward secret breath! Is this the ancient Caledonian form, Firm as the rock, resistless as the storm? Show me that eye which shot immortal hate, Blasting the despot's proudest bearing; Show me that arm which, nerved >with thundering fate, Crushed Usurpation's boldest daring! Dark-quenched as yonder sinking star, No more that glance lightens afar; That palsied arm no more whirls on the waste of War. From "An Ode for Washington's Birthday."
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Title | Arsenal Cannon (Indianapolis, Ind.), February 21, 1921 |
Description | Issue of the Arsenal Cannon, a student newspaper published by Arsenal Technical Schools in Indianapolis, Ind. |
Volume | Volume XVII, Number 3 |
Publisher | Technical High School |
Date | 1921-02-21 |
Time period | 1920s (1920-1929) |
Address | 1500 East Michigan Street |
Coordinates | 39.775342,-86.133678 |
Location | Michigan Street, East |
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Arsenal Technical High School (Indianapolis, Ind.)--History High schools--Indiana--Indianapolis Student newspapers and periodicals--Indiana--Indianapolis Journalism, School--Indiana--Indianapolis |
Genre | Newspapers |
Theme | Education |
Collection | Arsenal Technical High School |
Rights | http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ |
Copyright information | This item is in the public domain. |
Physical repository | Indianapolis Special Collections Room, Indianapolis Public Library |
Digital publisher | Indianapolis Marion County Public Library |
Vendor | Crossroads Document Services |
Date digitized | 2015-10 |
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Title | ATC9001 |
Full text | Volume XVII Indianapolis, Ind., February 21, 1921 Number 3 George Washington Arthur To state the usual facts surrounding Washington's life would be unnecessary, for every student in America knows the "Father of Our Country," or George of "Cherry tree fame." However, we do not see him as his intimate friends did. We simply entertain a vague ideal, and are satisfied. Washington came first into the public eye when on that ill-fated trip of Braddock's. By his judgment and valor, our youthful soldier, in the dismal hour of Indian victory, saved the remains of a defeated army. When the dark days of the Revolution came, Congress elevated him, by unanimous consent, to the command of her entire army. At Boston he infused the invincibility of love of country and gave the stability of system to an undisciplined, courageous, and virtuous yeomanry. We are all familiar with the campaigns that followed, culminating in that last concentration of forces at Yorktown, and winning for Washington the deserved and everlasting love of the "^people of the U. S. After this victory, the "Leader in War" was called forth to serve the public further. He organized and built up the shattered States during his two terms as president and set many good examples which each succeeding president has followed. Thus it was that the founder of our federate republic, our bulwark in war, our guide in peace, lived his life, in the service of his country. He was but a man; he had his trials, his temptations, and his quarrels;but he also possessed the qualities which have made him, in our hearts, almost a super-man. We cannot give Washington too much credit for the debt our nation owes him. He sacrificed his fortune, his life, and his health in order to secure our present government. He inspired in his countrymen the spirit of patriotism which has held the Union invincible throughout the War of 1812, the Civil War, and the recent World War. We, to-day, fight to maintain that Harris which he fought for and gained. His spirit will survive the ages and serve as a guiding hand and reliable counsel for those in whom we shall trust the government of this nation. The following verses of poetry by Robert Burns, convey an idea of the depth of feeling and honor with which we, the American people, regard the birthday of George Washington: No Sparten tube, no Attic shell, No lyre seolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, let me take! See gathering thousands, while I sing, A broken Chain exulting bring, And dash it in a tyrant's face And dare him to his very beard, And tell him he no more is feared— No more the despot of Columbia's race! A tyrant's proudest insults braved, They shout a People freed! They hail an Empire saved. Thee, Caledonia! They wild heaths among, Famed for the martial deed, the heaven-taught song, To thee I turn with swimming eyes; Where is that soul of Freedom fled? Immingled with the mighty dead, Beneath that hollowed turf Wallace lies Hear it not, Wallace! in thy bed of death. Ye babbling winds! in silence weep, Disturb not ye the hero's sleep, Nor give the coward secret breath! Is this the ancient Caledonian form, Firm as the rock, resistless as the storm? Show me that eye which shot immortal hate, Blasting the despot's proudest bearing; Show me that arm which, nerved >with thundering fate, Crushed Usurpation's boldest daring! Dark-quenched as yonder sinking star, No more that glance lightens afar; That palsied arm no more whirls on the waste of War. From "An Ode for Washington's Birthday." |
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