Mr. Plummer’s son, an aviator, was killed in the World war. The fates were not always kind to him. But he was a cheerful spirit and caroled as he went. The prayer of Robert Louis Stevenson comes to our mind. “Give us to go blithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored.” And now, he is granted in the end, the gift of sleep.
This Editorial reprinted from The Morning Mercury,
New Bedford, Massachusetts, May 9, 1928
Transcriber’s Notes
Nonstandard or inconsistent spelling and punctuation was mostly left as published.
The published version of this book used page number suffixes to indicates which of the five maps was currently in effect. These have been replaced with a sidenote every time the map reference changes.