Henderson State University - Star Yearbook (Arkadelphia, AR)

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ij HENDERSON-BROWN’S || Hi HEROES Hi | Students Who Died in the Service of Their Country. JERRY COLLINS, U.S.N. Died of Influenza, September 22, 19IS, on board U. S. Hospital Ship Mercy, just out of Hampton Roads. ROBERT JACKSON. A.E.F. Died in France of Influenza September 29, 1918. JACK TIDBALL, A.E.F. Killed in Action on the IVcstem Front, Oct. 26, 1918 MURRAY MOORE, S.A.T.C. Died at Ar adclphia of Pneumonia, Dec. 14, 1918.

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DEDICATION 3o those noble boys of our student bod}), who leaving alma mater, sweetheart, mother and native land, bore a man’s part in the Great War for Freedom, this, The Peace Star, is reverently dedicated.

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To Our Dead E were denied the sad privilege of placing flowers upon the casket of our dear young friends or of dropping a tear upon their graves. Probably there were no caskets and we know not where their graves might be found. We only know that they sleep somewhere in the sacred soil of France, a soil made sacred by the hallowed dust of those who died for us. For all the future the very word, France, will have for us a new, sweet meaning. It will no longer suggest the home of follies and frivolity, to us it will be the land where our heroes bled, the land where our loved ones died. For us evermore the flowers of France will have a richer beauty and a sweeter fragrance, for they are watered with the blood of cur loved ones, and the French music will have for us a new note, it will remind us of the glory of those who gave themselves for the holiest cause for which man ever died. France is no longer the exclusive possession of the French; it is ours, too, bought with the blood of our own. To her warm bosom we have committed our sacred dead. May her breezes blow softly, may her dews descend gently where they sleep. “O blessed sleep, that will not break For tears, nor prayers, nor love’s sweet sake, O perfect rest that knows no pain, No throb, no thrill of heart or brain. Rung by rung our young friends were ascending the ladder that was to lift them up to broader fields of usefulness, when lo, they heard a cry, a distress cry, a cry from across the sea. It was the cry of human liberty with the bloody hand of a despot at her throat. Forgetting themselves, their hopes, their ambitions, their all. they answered the call; they made the supreme sacrifice. Liberty again walks untrammelcd upon the earth; Freedom sends her glad shout across the world; Peace in all her smiling beauty sits enthroned and the loving Heavenly Father, knowing no richer reward, has bestowed upon our boys a mansion in the skies. Do we weep that those so young should die? God docs not measure lives in length of days but by service done. He lives most who runs best in all things, great and small. But, dear boys, you have earned it well. For your life’s battle; arc o’er; for you life’s crown is won. Over the stars of blue that represent your names upon our service flag we have placed stars of gold. The rich yellow to symbolize the harvest time, the gold to symbolize the richness of the gift you placed upon the altar, and the star of blue as beacon lights to us. We do not say good-bye; we shall see you again and say a glad good morning. (7)