80 Years Ago
This week we observe Veterans’ Day, recalling that it originated as Armistice Day in remembrance of “The Great War” of 1914-1918, and that it honored those who served their countries in that fighting. Today, in this country, November 11 is a day when we thank (and remember those who are not here to thank) those who have worn military uniform in defense of our freedoms.
from The Hermonite vol. 42, no. 5; p.1,2 (November 10, 1928)
Chapel Exercises For Armistice Day Were Held Today
Today we commemorated an event that took place in our own generation. Perhaps one of the most significant events that have yet occurred; certainly one of the greatest historical events in the history of the world.
Of that first November eleventh, most of us have but hazy recollections; a few, however, were on the battle fronts of the war-ridden countries of Europe, and they know better than anyone else ever can know, the significance of this day we celebrated. Those who heard Vernon last year or who have heard our fathers, brothers, or relatives, were perhaps most vividly recalled to that glorious day of rejoicing.
Last year our chapel service was conducted by “one who was over there,” and by one who was too young to go. This year two of the latter class conducted the services. Their words seemed to have dropped some of the customary triteness and to have rendered a new aspect to the day. They seemed to have caught and passed on its significance.
The meeting was held under the auspices of the Pierian Literary Society. Beebe and Wight were speakers; and they did honor to their society.
ALSO from page one of that same issue, this light-hearted but ominous ditty:
De Mumpibus
Have you got an achey feeling
Right beneath your ear?
Is there something when you swallow
That feels sort of queer?
Hie you then unto Miss Speakman
To the mumps’ ward go;
You no more amongst the mumpless
Wander to and fro.
No more trips across the river
To pass the time away;
Just to stay there and be mumpy
All the livelong day.
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