|Title||A True Soldier|
|Date||April the 10th, 1911|
Transcript: God makes all kinds of soldiers, but he only made one Cornelius Slate. My father followed him up San Juan Hill, through the legations in Peking, and -- as he put it -- “through hell, the order was given.” At today’s muster, Slate asked me if I was Sergeant Monroe’s daughter. I said, “Yes, sir, I am.” Slate said, “Your father always wanted a son. I hope the fool has wisdom enough to recognize his good fortune.”
Location: On the second floor of Patriot's Pavilion, near the railing.