GIVE THEM PRAISE.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21165, 23 April 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)

GIVE THEM PRAISE.

Give them praise this Anzac Day, iZ;j> Their .story tell: . i With the cypress weave the bay, III end peal with knell. '■j& Freedom's sun shines through the clouds, O All's light o'er head; ■ £%, & Royal robes displace the shrouds Of Anzac Dead. i',V> —A. B. Chappell. O: From Jim Middleton, D.M.8.G., Buckland (age II). •%£.' Copied.

DEAR GIRLS AND BOYS,— As the years speed by those of you who were but children when we published our first Anzac Page, " For King and Country," are growing up to fuller understanding of all that Anzac means in the life of our nation. The splendid essays I have read this week on " There Shall Be No More War show that the teachings of peace and of the unspeakable sin of war are beginning to waken an echo in the hearts of the younger generation. A generation ago it would have been impossible for such essays to have been written by children of such an age. This recognition of the folly of war and the blessing of peace is on« of the most hopeful signs in an age of bewilderment and depression. The sadness and trouble of theso days will pass, must pass, as such periods always have done, and we can but hope that with the renewal of prosperity the hearts of men throughout the world will be kinder one toward another and that all •will work together for the common good, instead of striving bitterly and blindly to achieve their ends by violence and disorder. The shame of recent mob lawlessness in our fair city must inevitably cast a shadow on our commemoration of the sacred anniversary of Anzac, yet the very rousing of feelings of shame and resentment in the hearts of citizens ot Auckland may perhaps have some redeeming quality if it rouses people to the danger of treachery and lawlessness in our midst. In our page to-day are some striking illustrations; views of beautiful scenes in Egypt, where thousands of New Zealanders passed the last weeks of their splendid young lives. The Pyramids, the Sphinx, the lofty minarets and domes of citadel and mosque —these were sights familiar to all as they passed on their way from their desert camp to the waiting ships . . . then Anzac . . . and then just a name on a Roll of Honour. Throughout our land to-day those names are graven on tablets of enduring stone, by lonely seashore, in the mountains, in the busy heart of every city. Two of the photographs at the head of our page show the memorial tablet set in the Lion Rock at Piha, which I described in our last Anzac Page We made the wreath beneath the tablet from flowers still growing in the gardens ot the deserted village of Piha. The other photograph commemorates the? sacrifice of those sons of France and England, descendants of the pioneer settlers of Akaroa, the French colony established on Banks Peninsula nearly 100 years ago. May these pictures, and the message contained in our page to-day, bring Anzac a little nearer to the heart of every readerl