University of Virginia - Corks and Curls Yearbook (Charlottesville, VA)

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1919 QIUtkS anti Eurl5 9 juster peace than men have yet knoWn in the long human story, and the strength that shall win it shall be the same strength that shepherded our cru- saders across the seas or animated their Victorious columns on the plains of France. iiThey were very gentle. They cared nothing for their lives, and 10! from the press and flame of war their country emerges mightier than before. iiOne flag, one land, one heart, one hand One Nation evermoref, EDWIN A. ALDERMAN. 3,- 'I': I4! ll iii ' i'r' ?i i .1 t x

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