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Show 129 The Four Horsemen of the Apocolypse made their grizly way across our lives in the next few years, having begun with the war in Europe which broke out in 1914. For the first three years we fought getting involved and sang songs like "I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier, " along with voting pacifist President Wilson into office, but by 1917 we were clamoring to fight. The newspapers, our only means of communication with the conflagration, were delivered to us the next day after they were printed. They came in the mail. We didn't know it until many years later (William L. Shirer), but we were manipulated from one extreme to the other by the Hearst interests, who had met with publishers and government officials in England and agreed to hit us with propaganda, since it was obvious the Kaiser Bill would win both France and England, go on to conquer the world, if we didn't step in and stop him. We were soon at fever heat, reading about German soldiers tossing Belgian babies into the air and catching them on their bayonettes. The sinking of our shipping did less to arouse us than that. The technique, which worked so well to get us involved seems to have been entirely missed by the present administrations in regards to our commitments in Viet Nam. We were soon singing "Over There! Over There! We'll be over, We're coming over, and we won't come back till its over Over There! " which was followed by nostalgic songs like "Smile the While you kiss me fond adieu, " and its inevitable sequel: "My Bonnie Lies Over the |