What we have always been hoping for in America is that in due time we are going to be a first-class nation—a nation crowded with men and women who, wherever they have come from, or whether or not they were first class when they came, have been made first class by the way that all day every day in their daily work they have been treated by the rest of us when they come to us, and by the way they treat one another.

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VI

A VICTORY LOAN ADVERTISEMENT

May 10, 1919

THE BOY WHO STUCK HIS FOOT IN

A small boy the other day walked up to one of those splendid marble pillars before the The Victory Arch and stuck his foot in.

I went over and stooped down and felt of the crust. It was about an inch and a half thick.

Then I stood in the middle of The Avenue, all New York boiling and swirling round me and looked up at The Arch of Victory—massive, majestic white and heavenly and soaring against the sky, and my heart ached!

Something made me feel suddenly close to the small boy.