To Arms! Poland's Fair Lands are Invaded. In the higher of the two towers of the old Gothic church of St. Mary in Krakow, rising 250 feet above the medieval houses, stands a sentry box from which is sounded every hour a bugle call - a call which is suddenly interupted. The "broken note" keeps ever fresh and green the memory of the brave Polish bugler who, in 1214, warned the inhabitants of the city of the impending approach of the Tartar hordes, and he warned them, ere his call could be completed, fell dead with his throat pierced from an arrow from a Tartar bow. But Krakow had heard the warning, and the invaders were repulsed with heavy loss. In the seven hundred years which have passed since then, the bugle many a time has sounded to meet Poland's foes. Enemy after enemy has marched across the country's fair face, has ravaged and destroyed and has at last been defeated and driven out. Today the sound calls again. A new foe has swept across the frontier - this time from the west. Against tremendous odds the Polish Army has fallen back, Krakow hears the once more tread of enemy feet through her streets. But the indominable spirit of the army, of the people, remains unsubdued. In the past the Poles have survived invasion after invasion, internal intrigue and foreign war, partition and brute force and revolt savagely suppressed. Out of their present trials they will emerge - not alas! unscathed - but crowned wit the laurels of victory. 1939 Undated. Volume 1, Page34