To-day men and women living in intolerable industrial conditions are panting for freedom—­the freedom that seems to them just now more desirable than aught else in the world.  All this the flag stands for, but it stands for much more.  Under its folds we are entitled to live our own lives in the fullest way compatible with the exercise of the same privilege by others.  This includes political freedom, industrial freedom, social freedom and all the rest.  Despite much grumbling and some denials, I believe that it is all summed up under political freedom, and that we have it all, though we may not always take advantage of it.  The people who groan under an industrial yoke do so because they do not choose to exert the power given them by law, under the flag, to throw it off.  The boss-ridden city is boss-ridden only because it is satisfied to be so.  The generation that is throttled by trusts and monopolies may at any time effect a peaceful revolution.  The flag gives us freedom, but even a man’s eternal salvation cannot be forced upon him against his will.

Another thing for which the flag stands is justice—­the “square deal,” as it is called by one of our Presidents.  To every man shall come sooner or later, under its folds, that which he deserves.  This means largely “hands off,” and is but one of the aspects of freedom, or liberty, since if we do not interfere with a man, what happens to him is a consequence of what he is and what he does.  If we oppress him, or interfere with him, he gets less than he merits; and if, on the contrary we coddle him and give him privileges, he may get more than his due.

Give a man opportunity and a free path and he will achieve what is before him in the measure of his strength.  That the American Flag stands for all this, thousands will testify who have left their native shores to live under its folds and who have contributed here to the world’s progress what the restraints and injustice of the old world forbade then to give.

This sense of the removal of bonds, of sudden release and the entry into free space, is well put by a poet of our own, Henry Van Dyke, when he sings,

  So it’s home again, and home again, America for me! 
  My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be,
  In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars,
  Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

  I know that Europe’s wonderful, yet something seems to lack: 
  The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back,
  But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free—­
  We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.

  Oh, it’s home again, and home again, America for me! 
  I want a ship that’s westward bound to plough the rolling sea,
  To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars,
  Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

Finally, the flag stands for the use of physical force where it becomes necessary.