And the flag of the white world and white stars on a blue field was all ready-made to lead us—a kind of picture of God's universe.
FOOTNOTE:
[1] Copyright, Red Cross Magazine, April, 1919.
PEACE IN FRIENDSHIP VILLAGE[2]
Post-office Hall, where the Peace celebration was to be held, was filled with flags, both bought and borrowed, and some made up by us ladies, part guessed at but most of them real accurate out of the back of the dictionary.
Two days before the celebration us ladies were all down working in the hall, and all pretty tired, so that we were liable to take exception, and object, and I don't know but what you might say contradict.
"My feet," says Mis' Toplady, "ache like the headache, and my head aches as if I'd stood on it."
"Do they?" says Mis' Postmaster Sykes, with her little society pucker. "Why, I feel just as fresh. I've got a wonderful constitution."