gle's blast, sounding to arms; You see great
armies, moving hitherward and thitherward. Over one flies the Stars and
Stripes, over the other the Stars and Bars; a nation in arms! Brother
against brother!

* * * * *

YOU LOOK--

And lo, swinging past are many Black men; garbed in "Blue", keeping step
to the music of the Union. You see them fall and die, at Fort Pillow,
Fort Wagner, Petersburg, the Wilderness, Honey Hill--SLAUGHTERED! Above
the din; the boom of cannon, the rattle of small arms, the groans of the
wounded and dying, you hear the shout of one, as shattered and maimed he
is being borne from the field; "BOYS, THE OLD FLAG NEVER TOUCHED THE
GROUND!"

* * * * *

THE SCENE SHIFTS--

Fifty years have passed. You hear the clamor, the murmur and shouts of
gathering mobs. You see Black men and women hanging by their necks to
lamp posts, from the limbs of trees; in lonely spots--DEAD! You see
smoke curling upwards from BURNING HOMES! There are piles of cinders
and--DEAD MENS BONES!

* * * * *

NEARING ITS END--

The procession sweeps on. Staring you in the face; hailing from East,
West, North and South are banners; held aloft by unseen hands, bearing
on them--the quintessence of AMERICA'S INGRATITUDE,--these devices:

"For American Negroes:
JIM CROW steam and trolley cars;
JIM CROW resident districts;
JIM CROW amen corners;
JIM CROW seats in theatres;
JIM CROW corners in cemeteries."

YOU MUTTER--

"Are these indignities to CONTINUE? Is God DEAD?"

* * * * *

COMES--

A voice. You listen!

"WHEREFORE hear the word of the lord--
"THE days of thy mourning shall be ended--
"VIOLENCE shall no more be heard in the land--
"NEITHER sorrow nor crying--
"FOR the former things have passed away--
"BEHOLD I make all things new--
"ARISE, shine; for thy light has come.

* * * * *

HEREIN--

Lies the strength and worth of this unusual book, well and deservingly
named: A History of the American Negro in the Great World War. Beyond
merely recounting that story; than which there has been nothing finer or
more inspiring since the long away centuries when the chivalry of the
Middle Ages, in nodding plume and lance in rest, battled for the Holy
Sepulchre, it brings to the Negro of America a