abolished the distinction between the knight and the brute, between the
man and the snake, between pure science and foul practice. This damns
the German race.
Our grandchildren will say to their grandchildren: “You murdered
people in open boats, you bombarded audiences kneeling in churches,
you torpedoed hospital ships in plain ocean, you sent young girls into
immoral slavery, you tortured prisoners, you poisoned the wells used
by civilian populations, you did a hundred treacherous things that our
fathers and mothers shuddered to recall. _You Germans did it._”
To future generations this will damn the German race. No theory of the
super-man, of the chosen state, of the alliance with God will ever
gloss it over.
Their science may have honored the Germans, but the Germans have
dishonored science.
German science has always had the credit of making happy application
and practical use of abstract laws and formulas, chemical, physical,
biological. In applying science in war, however, it has disallowed
the moral laws which underlie all sound science and healthy life.
Here German “applied science” will remain, let us hope, for all time
unrivalled.
J. MARK BALDWIN.
[Illustration]
_Humanity and Her German Lovers_
It is not possible to judge Louis Raemaekers as an artist. He is a
voice, a sword, a flame. His cartoons are the tears of women, the
battle-shout of indomitable defenders, the indignation of humanity, the
sob of civilization. They will go down into history. They are history.
To take them, to turn page after page, is to _know_ the European War,
to see it face to face, as a child sees, and not through a glass darkly.
It is one of the great works of the world which he has done. Perhaps
genius was only dormant, waiting for the cry of general catastrophe to
bring it forth into vivid, terrific life. And yet--for who shall say
that all things in heaven and earth are understood?--it may be that
those same voices that called through the orchard of Domremy called to
the cartoonist in the office of the Amsterdam “Telegraaf,” that into
his simple soul, recommended to God by its love of flowers, there fell
a tear from on high.
_George Creel in “The Century Magazine,” June, 1917._
[Illustration]
_The Strikers_
_Striker to Agitator: “You speak very well, but when I see these
fellows I’m ashamed I ever listened to you.”_
Raemaekers’ cartoons will prove an immortal comment on the great world
war. He makes the world see that war does not create atrocities but
that war itself is the supremest of all atrocities. When the names of
battles have been forgotten the name of Raemaekers will be spoken with
gratitude and reverence by coming generations.
CARRIE CHAPMAN CATT.
[Illustration]
_1776-1917_
Men, nations, and movements are symbolized by their moments of
crisis. The long, tedious, humdrum years of life never get into
picture, never fire human imagination; even though those years are the
necessary foundations upon which great events rise. So America for
nearly a century and a half has been symbolized--at least in European
eyes--by that great moment when she rose in the world and asserted
her independent status “among the nations of the earth.” The men of
’76 have stood for American valor, American military skill, American
statesmanship. Now has come a time when “a decent respect for the
nations of mankind requires” that Americans shall again stand for their
portrait in history. This time we are standing among the civilized
nations not for independence, but for interdependence! Where once we
stood for a nation consecrated to freedom, now we stand for a community
of nations consecrated to justice. Perhaps when the new portraits are
painted in this great hour of crisis all the nations of the world will
appear in history with new faces. The soldier of the revolution of ’76;
the red-capped liberty girl of France, the conventional John Bull, the
German war lord--all will “suffer a sea-change into something rich and
strange.” And the old portraits that glimpsed the old truth about the
old world shall in the new world have but an archaic interest!
WILLIAM ALLEN WHITE.
[Illustration]
“_Now, Hindenburg, Bring on the Rest of My People_”
All of us who love the Old Germany we knew, who have dear friends
there, and who have rejoiced in the happiness honest industrialism
and widespread commerce were bringing to a great people before this
terrible slaughter began feel a deep pang of sorrow as we look upon
Raemaekers’ terrible picture of what the war has brought to Germania.
The dreadful pity of it is that Germania should have brought this upon
herself by appealing to the Sword when the Temple of Peace stood open
and all her present enemies were pleading that there should be no
shedding of blood.
DAVID JAYNE HILL.
[Illustration]
_The Master of the Hounds_
“_Remember, Michaelis, every dog has his day!_”
[Illustration]
_Processional_
Not for a flaunted flag, O God,
Not for affronted power,
Not for a scurrile hope of gain,
Not for the pride of an hour,
Not for vengeance, hot in the heart,
Now have we swung to war!
Not for a weak mistrust lest peace
Is a shame strong men abhor.
Not for glory--for oh, to kill
Should be a sacred wrath:
Not for these! but to war on war
And sweep it from earth’s path!
Patient has been our creed, till now,
Patient, too, our hope,
Patient for long our loathful deed,
For the just in doubt must grope.
But with a foe at last arrayed
Against the whole world’s right,
You, O soul of the universe,
Your very self must fight.
You yourself; so but one prayer
Need we to lift--but one,
That by our battle shall all war
Be utterly undone.
CALE YOUNG RICE.
[Illustration]
Transcriber’s Notes:
Due to space constraints some lines of the poem ‘THE CAPTAIN OF THE
SUBMERSIBLE’ on page 180 have been split.
Italics are shown thus: _sloping_.
Small capitals have been capitalised.
Variations in spelling and hyphenation are retained.
An exception is ‘Raemaekers’ for ‘Raemakers’ on page 174.
Punctuation has been retained as published.