let him stand fur all Time, in your Circle, in the Centre,
in the Heart of your City, the beloved City of his adoption.
Let him stand there, under the shadow of that
Mighty Shaft, the Tribute of your Grand Commonwealth,
to her Valiant Sons--the Soldier, the Sailor.
Let him stand there, on a one-piece Pedestal
of Indiana Stone; Simple, Massive.
Thereon carve his Name, the date of his Birth;
the date of his Death; and these Immortal words:

"Well, Goodby, Jim:
Take Keer of Yourse'f!"

Read, re-read, and read again, the Poem.
That Poem is an American Classic!
It is the Epitome of Self-Sacrifice
for the Sake of a Vital Cause!
It is the one Idyl of the Middle-West!
It is thoroughly America!
It is intensely Indiana!
Pardon the Plea!
But Prepare the Way!
Turn the Page--read the Poem!




The Poem