man, whether he is himself to be registered or not, to see to it that the name of every male person of the designated ages is written on these lists of honor.
MARCHING SONG
BY DANA BURNET
When Pershing's men go marching into Picardy, marching, marching into Picardy—
With their steel a-slant in the sunlight and their great gray hawks a-wing
And their wagons rumbling after them like wagons in the Spring—
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp
Till the earth is shaken.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp
Till the dead towns waken!
And flowers fall, and shouts arise from Chaumont to the sea—
When Pershing's men go marching, marching into Picardy.
Women of France, do you see them pass to the battle in the North?
And do you stand in the doorways now as when your own went forth?
