across the
Atlantic, I said to myself: "That volume sounds as if it could make
itself heard back home."

The man beside me said: "The folks back home hear it all right, for
they are eagerly listening for every sound that comes from that crowd
of boys. Yes, the folks back home hear it, and they'll 'keep the home
fires burning' all right. God bless them!"

The last Silhouette of Song stands out against a background of green
trees and spring, and the odor of a hospital, and Red Cross nurses
going and coming, and boys lying in white robes everywhere. My friend
the song-leader had gone with me to hold the vesper service in the
hospital. Then we visited in the wards in order to see those who were
so severely wounded that they could not get to the service.

There was a little group of men in one room. The first thing I knew my
friend had them singing. At first they took to it awkwardly. Then
more courageously. Then sweetly there rang through the hospital the
strains of "My Daddy Over There."

It melted my heart, for I have a baby girl at home who says to the
neighbors, "My daddy is the prettiest man in the world," and believes
it. I said to Cray: "Why did you sing that particular song?"

"Oh," he replied, "my baby's name is 'Betty,' and I found a guy whose
baby's name is 'Betty' too, and we had a sort of club formed; and
another guy had a baby boy, and then I just thought they'd like to sing
'My Daddy Over There.' But we ended up with 'Jesus, Lover of My Soul,'
so that ought to suit you."

"Suit me, man? Why I got a 'Betty' baby of my own, and that 'Daddy
Over There' song you sang is the sweetest thing I've heard in France,
and it will help those daddies more than a hymn would. I'm glad you
got them to singing."

And now I'm back home, and I thought the Silhouettes of Song were all
over, but I stepped into a church the other Sunday. Up high above the
sacred altars of that church fluttered a beautiful silk service flag.
It was starred in the shape of a letter "S." In the circle of each "S"
was a red cross. The church had two members in the Red Cross. Above
the "S" and below it were two red triangles. The church had men in the
service of the Y. M. C. A. Then grouped about the "S" were the stars
of boys in the service.

As I looked up at this cross a flood of memories swept over me. I
could not keep back the tears. All the love, all the loneliness, all
the heartache, all the pride, all the hope of th