But in these stirring days of the spring and early summer of 1918, for the throb of the universe climb Murray Hill to a point on the Fifth Avenue sidewalk opposite the stone lions that guard the entrance to the Public Library.

There, as nowhere else, has the quiet of other days been changed to the clamour of the present.

To the passing thousands the uniforms of khaki or of navy blue and the blaring band are calling.

"In this the vital hour let us show that the Spirit of '76 is not dead! Americans, to arms!" And yesterday it was "Quality Hill," of which Mr.Clinton Scollard sang: "Quality Hill! Lo! It flourishes still, And who can deny that forever it will?
A blending of breeding with puff and with plume; A strange sort of mixture of rick and mushroom.
Some amble, some scramble, (some gamble), to fill The motley and medley of Quality Hill.".