There is one word in the English language that commands the attention of the proud and the humble, the great and the small, the virtuous and the depraved, the old and the young. That word is Mother. It appeals to the hearts of all men. In the year nineteen hundred fifteen, the mothers of Europe carry crushing burdens. The mothers of America sympathize with their sisters across the sea. The greatness of a nation depends upon the mothers of that nation. The mother is the guardian angel of childhood. Motherhood is the precious flower of womanhood. Upon its purity and vigor depend the welfare of the world.
Children need to be impressed with this everlasting truth. Read the tribute of Lincoln to his mother; read the tribute of Henry Grady to his mother; read the recent tribute of John Burroughs to his mother.
Fathers are great and noble in proportion as they are loyal to the mothers and in proportion as they guard and protect the mothers of the land.
Let the boys and the girls and the "grown-ups", who are away from home on Mothers' Day, write a letter of gratitude to Mother. Let those who are at home meet Mother with a smile, a kiss and a handful of flowers. Recite to her the prayer she taught you at the bedside.
Therefore, I, Woodbridge N. Ferris, ask that the people of Michigan set apart the second Sunday in May (the 9th) as Mothers' Day. As far as possible, let parents in their homes and both young and old in public meetings discuss the theme of Mother with that enthusiasm and sincerity which should characterize all loyal Americans.