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To those whose tender, cooling fingers bind up the bleeding wounds of men who go forth to war:
To those who comfort and sustain the widows and the orphans:
To all those swiftly flying carriers of warmth and love and cheer who constitute the workers in that greatest of all humanitarian organizations:
The American Red Cross
Preface
This volume, from the land of the singing corn, is offered to the public by the Iowa Press and Authors' Club as the first bit of co-operative work done by Iowa writers. The anticipated needs of the brave men who have given themselves as a human sacrifice to the establishment of a world-wide democracy, make a strong heart appeal, and the members have come together in spirit to do their bit toward the relief of suffering.
Many members of the club could not be reached during the short time the book was in the making; others doing work every day on schedule time had no opportunity to prepare manuscript for this publication, while still others preferred helping in ways other than with their pens.
The whole is a work of love and representative of the comradeship, the spirit of human sympathy, and the pride of state, existent in the hearts of Iowa authors, artists, playwrights, poets, editors and journalists.
Officers of the club for 1917–18:
Hamlin Garland, Honorary President.
Alice C. Weitz, President.
J. Edward Kirbye, First Vice President.
Nellie Gregg Tomlinson, Second Vice President.
Esse V. Hathaway, Secretary.
Reuben F. Place, Treasurer.
Editorial Board:
Johnson Brigham.
Lewis Worthington Smith.
Helen Cowles LeCron.
Index
| American Wake, An | 217 |
| Rose A. Crow | |
| At Kamakura: 1917 | 44 |
| Arthur Davison Ficke | |
| Ballad of the Corn, A | 234 |
| S. H. M. Byers | |
| Box From Home, A | 138 |
| Helen Cowles LeCron | |
| Bread | 37 |
| Ellis Parker Butler | |
| But Once a Year | 51 |
| R. O'Grady | |
| Call of the Race, The | 260 |
| Elizabeth Cooper | |
| Captured Dream, The | 84 |
| Octave Thanet | |
| Children's Blessing, The | 236 |
| Virginia Roderick | |
| Dog | 116 |
| Edwin L. Sabin | |
| Field, A | 285 |
| Minnie Stichter | |
| First Laugh, The | 131 |
| Reuben F. Place | |
| Freighter's Dream, The | 133 |
| Ida M. Huntington | |
| God's Back Yard | 223 |
| Jessie Welborn Smith | |
| Graven Image, The | 19 |
| Hamlin Garland | |
| Happiest Man in I-O-Way, The | 83 |
| Rupert Hughes | |
| Iowa as a Literary Field | 316 |
| Johnson Brigham | |
| Kings of Saranazett, The | 177 |
| Lewis Worthington Smith | |
| Kitchener's Mob | 241 |
| James Norman Hall | |
| Load of Hay, A | 314 |
| James B. Weaver | |
| Masterpieces | 36 |
| Ethel Hueston | |
| My Baby's Horse | 259 |
| Emilie Blackmore Stapp | |
| "Old Bill" | 67 |
| Henry C. Wallace | |
| Old Cane Mill, The | 195 |
| Nellie Gregg Tomlinson | |
| One Wreath of Rue | 278 |
| Cynthia Westover Alden | |
| Our Bird Friends | 302 |
| Margaret Coulson Walker | |
| Peace and Then—? | 292 |
| Detlev Fredrik Tillisch | |
| Poet of the Future, The | 169 |
| Tacitus Hussey | |
| Professor, The | 248 |
| Calista Halsey Patchin | |
| Putting the Stars with the Bars | 173 |
| Verne Marshall | |
| Queer Little Thing, The | 199 |
| Eleanor Hoyt Brainerd | |
| Recruit's Story, The | 77 |
| Frank Luther Mott | |
| Reminder, The | 63 |
| Allan Updegraff | |
| Rochester, Minn. | 221 |
| Marie G. Stapp | |
| Semper Fidelis | 300 |
| Addie B. Billington | |
| September | 166 |
| Esse V. Hathaway | |
| Some Magic and a Moral | 101 |
| Virginia H. Reichard | |
| Sonny's Wish | 114 |
| Bertha M. Shambaugh | |
| Spirit of Spring, The | 140 |
| Laura L. Hinkley | |
| That Iowa Town | 45 |
| Oney Fred Sweet | |
| Tinkling Cymbals | 126 |
| Helen Sherman Griffith | |
| Truth | 97 |
| Carrie Moss Hawley | |
| Unredeemed, The | 121 |
| Emerson Hough | |
| Wild Crab Apple, The | 231 |
| Julia Ellen Rogers | |
| Wind in the Corn, The | 17 |
| Alice C. Weitz | |
| Woodrow Wilson and Wells, War's Great Authors | 280 |
| Honoré Willsie | |
| Work | 100 |
| Irving N. Brant | |
| Work Is a Blessing | 161 |
| Lafayette Young | |
| Your Lad, and My Lad | 290 |
| Randall Parrish |
List of Authors
| Alden, Cynthia Westover | 278 |
| Billington, Addie B. | 300 |
| Brainerd, Eleanor Hoyt | 199 |
| Brant, Irving N. | 100 |
| Brigham, Johnson | 316 |
| Butler, Ellis Parker | 37 |
| Byers, S. H. M. | 234 |
| Cooper, Elizabeth | 260 |
| Crow, Rose A. | 217 |
| Ficke, Arthur Davison | 44 |
| Garland, Hamlin | 19 |
| Griffith, Helen Sherman | 126 |
| Hall, James Norman | 241 |
| Hathaway, Esse V. | 166 |
| Hawley, Carrie Moss | 97 |
| Hinkley, Laura L. | 140 |
| Hough, Emerson | 121 |
| Hueston, Ethel | 36 |
| Hughes, Rupert | 83 |
| Huntington, Ida M. | 133 |
| Hussey, Tacitus | 169 |
| LeCron, Helen Cowles | 138 |
| Marshall, Verne | 173 |
| Mott, Frank Luther | 77 |
| O'Grady, R. | 51 |
| Parrish, Randall | 290 |
| Patchin, Calista Halsey | 248 |
| Place, Reuben F. | 131 |
| Reichard, Virginia H. | 101 |
| Roderick, Virginia | 236 |
| Rogers, Julia Ellen | 231 |
| Sabin, Edwin L. | 116 |
| Shambaugh, Bertha M. H. | 114 |
| Smith, Jessie Wellborn | 223 |
| Smith, Lewis Worthington | 177 |
| Stapp, Emilie Blackmore | 259 |
| Stapp, Marie G. | 221 |
| Stichter, Minnie | 285 |
| Sweet, Oney Fred | 45 |
| Thanet, Octave | 84 |
| Tillisch, Detlev Fredrik | 292 |
| Tomlinson, Nellie Gregg | 195 |
| Updegraff, Allan | 63 |
| Walker, Margaret Coulson | 302 |
| Wallace, Henry C. | 67 |
| Weaver, James B. | 314 |
| Weitz, Alice C. | 17 |
| Willsie, Honoré | 280 |
| Young, Lafayette | 161 |
List of Illustrations
| Rotating the Crops | Frontispiece |
| J. N. Darling | |
| "Ding" | Page 97 |
| Frank Wing | |
| Host and Houseguest | Page 169 |
| Orson Lowell | |
| The Wind in the Corn | Page 259 |
| C. L. Bartholomew |
believe in Iowa, land of limitless prairies, with rolling hills and fertile valleys, with winding and widening streams, with bounteous crops and fruit-laden trees, yielding to man their wealth and health.
I believe in Iowa, land of golden grains, whose harvests fill the granaries of the nation, making it opulent with the power of earth's fruitfulness.
I believe in Iowa, rich in her men and women of power and might. I believe in her authors and educators, her statesmen and ministers, whose intellectual and moral contribution is one of the mainstays of the republic—true in the hour of danger and steadfast in the hour of triumph.
I believe in Iowa, magnet and meeting place of all nations, fused into a noble unity, Americans all, blended into a free people. I believe in her stalwart sons, her winsome women, in her colleges and churches, in her institutions of philanthropy and mercy, in her press, the voice and instructor of her common mind and will, in her leadership and destiny, in the magnificence of her opportunity and in the fine responsiveness of her citizens to the call of every higher obligation.
I believe in our commonwealth, yet young, and in the process of making, palpitant with energy and faring forth with high hope and swift step; and I covenant with the God of my fathers to give myself in service, mind and money, hand and heart, to explore and develop her physical, intellectual and moral resources, to sing her praises truthfully, to keep her politics pure, her ideals high, and to make better and better her schools and churches, her lands and homes, and to make her in fact what she is by divine right, the queen of all the commonwealths.
—J. Edward Kirbye.
The Wind in the Corn
By Alice C. Weitz
here stands recorded in the Book of Time a fascinating legend of the Sun, whose golden throne allured but for the day; and when the day was ended in great glee he hurried forth beyond the broad horizon toward a secret trysting place. All his impassioned love, it is said, he poured upon the idol of his heart, the boundless plains. Long years were they alone, the Rolling Prairie and the Golden Sun, until at last they found themselves spied upon by curious Man, who, captivated by the beauty of the two, remained and blessed the tryst thereby.
Here Sun and Soil and Man wrought out a work of art; and here Dame Nature smiled as was her wont, and brought rich gifts and blessings manifold. In sweet content Man's children toiled and wrought until upon the bosom of the sunlit plains there nestled close great fields and prosperous abodes.
And since that time a ceaseless music steals throughout the land in wooing cadences, now crying out in weird and wandering tones, now softly soothing in sweet rhythmic chant.
'Tis the music of the wind within the corn—Iowa's Prairie Gold.
It sang itself into the lonely heart of the pioneer with its promise of golden harvest; it became the cradle song of restless souls that even in their youth longed but to free themselves in verse and song; and down through all the prosperous years it steals like a sweet sustaining accompaniment to the countless activities which have builded a great commonwealth.
He who has stood upon the hilltops in his youthful days and listened to the soft, alluring rustle of the wind-swayed leaves retains the music ever in his soul. It draws upon the heart-strings of the absent one, and like the constant singing of the sea insistent calls upon him to return.
Today in spirit come we all to Time's sweet trysting place with story song and jest, to add sweet comfort to the braver ones whose paths lie wide before them, and whose return lies not within our willing. God grant that even in their pains their troubled souls may yet to music be attuned, may know again the solace of that sweetly floating song, the rustle of the wind within the corn.
