irman of
Democratic National Committee and former Congressman from York's
district; Lee J. Loventhal, Business Man, Nashville, Tenn.; Hon.
William G. McAdoo, former secretary of the United States Treasury, New
York City; Hon. Hill McAllister, State Treasurer, Nashville, Tenn.; J.
S. McHenry, Vice-President, Fourth & First National Bank, Nashville,
Tenn.; Dr. Bruce R. Payne, President, George Peabody College for
Teachers, Nashville, Tenn.; Rev. R. C. Pile, Pall Mall, Tenn.; T. R.
Preston, President, Hamilton National Bank, Chattanooga, Tenn.; Hon.
A. H. Roberts, former Governor of Tennessee, Nashville, Tenn.; Bolton
Smith, Lawyer, Memphis, Tenn.; Judge C. E. Snodgrass, Crossville,
Tenn.; Dr. James I. Vance, First Presbyterian Church, Nashville,
Tenn.; Hon. George N. Welch, former State Commissioner of Public
Utilities, Nashville, Tenn.; F. A. Williams, Farmer, Pall Mall, Tenn.;
S. R. Williams, Farmer, Pall Mall, Tenn.; W. L. Wright, President,
Bank of Jamestown, Pall Mall, Tenn., and Sergeant Alvin C. York.]

The fund is already a substantial one, steadily growing, and success is
assured.

In connection with each school is to be land to be tilled by the
students as a farm, and besides providing instruction in agriculture,
the farm is to aid in the support of the school, and no child of the
community is to miss the opportunity to attend through inability to pay
the tuition charge. As each unit becomes self-supporting, another school
is to be established in a new district.

In this new endeavor, Alvin wished to do what he could to shield the
boys now at play among the red brush upon the mountainsides from being
compelled to say, after they had grown to young manhood, what he himself
had been forced to confess: "I'm just an ignorant mountain boy."

And he is making rapid strides of progress for himself. I saw him enter
the great banquet room of a leading hotel in one of the country's
largest cities. The hall was filled with men and women of refinement and
culture. As Sergeant York and his young wife entered, the banqueters
arose and cheered them. This demonstration was a welcome to "Sergeant
York, the soldier."

He paused, with a smile of appreciation as he looked over the vast
assemblage, and he bowed with a grace and dignity far beyond that which
was expected of him from what his audience had read and heard. Then
without turning his head, he reached for the hand of his bride and led
her