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CHRISTIANS AT WAR

By John F. Kendrick

(Tune: "Onward, Christian Soldiers.")

Onward, Christian soldiers! Duty's way is plain: Slay your Christian neighbors, or by them be slain. Pulpiteer's are spouting effervescent swill, God above is calling you to rob and rape and kill, All your acts arre santicfied by the Lamb on high; If you love the Holy Ghost, go murder, pray and die.

Onward, Christian soldiers, rip and tear and smite! Let the gentle Jesus bless your dynamite. Splinter skulls with shrapnel, fertilize the sod; Folks who do not speak your tongue, deserve the curse of God. Smash the doors of every home, pretty maidens seize; Use your might and sacred right to treat them as you please.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Eat and drink your fill; Rob with bloody fingers, Christ O. K.'s the bill. Steal the farmer's savings, take their grain and meat; Even though the children starve, the Saviour's bums must eat. Burn the peasants's cottages, orphans left bereft; In Jehovah's holy name, wreak ruin right and left.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Drench the land with gore; Mercy is a weakness all the gods abhor. Bayonet the babies, jab the mothers, too; Hoist the cross of Calvary to hallow all you do. File our bullets' noses flat, poison every well; God decrees your enemies must all go plumb to hell.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Blighting all you meet, Trampling human freedom under pious feet. Praise the Lord whose dollar sign dupes his favored race! Make the foreign trash respect your bullion brand of grace. Trust in mock salvation, serve as pirates tools; History will say of you: "That pack of G___ d___ fools."

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Do You Want War? By C. B. Hoffman.

I MEAN you—the mother—the father—the brother—the sister—the woman—the man. I am asking you: DO YOU WANT WAR? I am not asking the money lender, the bond broker, the manufacturer of ammunition, of guns, shot and shell nor the exporter of foodstuffs and mules. I am asking YOU. Not the politician, the statesman, the patriot, the American, the Englishman, the German, the Frenchman, the Russian, the Turk. I GO BEYOND THESE —TO THE REAL YOU. I appeal to your heart, your soul, to your manhood, your womanhood, TO YOU AS A MEMBER OF THE GREAT BROTHERHOOD—MANKIND.

Do you want war? Do you want to drench the whole world in blood? Is it not enough that Europe is blood-mad frenzied with fire, rape, murder? Is America to be drawn into the orgy—into the death-dance of civilization?

Are you forgetting that this is a war of the rich? This is not a revolution of the people against their oppressors— of the workers against their exploiters—of slaves against masters—of poor against rich. This is a war of the ARISTOCRACY —OF KINGS AND PRINCES.

It is a great blood-letting of the PEOPLE, planned and ordered by the rulers to quiet the spirit of revolution— democracy—Socialism; to weaken and exhaust the people; to blind them with hatred; to divide them into nations and countries; to reduce them into tribes and clans; to set them to fighting and killing each other; to forget that they are brothers, common men and women who own nothing except their strength to toil and have nothing to lose but their chains.

Beware, you sticklers for national honor—you prodders of patriots!

Should you succeed in involving America in war you may be unable to control the universal frenzy.

The exploited of the world, the homeless, jobless vagabonds, the tramps and loafers, the degenerates who rot in your jails and asylums—who fester in your slums and swarm in your cities, may take you at your word, may follow your preaching and example and burn, rape and kill on their own account.

You are playing with fire—hell's fire—when you push this game to the limit.

VOL. 1

EX-CONVICT NOW FREE MAKES GOOD

Story of Former Sing Sing Inmate Reads Like Fiction Is Strange Tale.

It is the reproachful face of Thomas Mott Osborne of Sing Sing—of Tom Brown of Auburn —that keeps George Faber, released from Sing Sing a few weeks ago, on the straight path.

"His face haunts me," he said. "I hanker for the easy money now and then, same as in the old days, but his face looms up as clear as I see you now, and I pass up every chance."

Faber is 28 years old. Smartly dressed, yet almost penniless, scarred where a policeman's bullet once plowed its way across his face, Faber, now on his way to Detroit, where he hopes Henry Ford's plant will be able to make use of him, told his life story, showed letters from pals, asking him to return to the old life, but he is determined not to heed them.

"I would rather go to the chair than face Warden Osborne again," Faber said. "His face appears before my eyes constantly and his voice rings in my ears. I'm going to go straight if I starve.

Faber is not his real name, but the police have known him by it since he was first sentenced to Elmira, eleven years ago, on a charge of attempted grand larceny. In his desire to shield his sisters, married and unmarried, from the disgrace of possessing an ex convict brother, he has de

M. H. de YOUNG

The following item of interest to you appeared in the San Francisco

Chronicle on Apr 11 1915

"BY RIGHT OF SWORD"

Leigh H. Irvine's Able Defense of Capital Punishment. UNDER the title "By Right of Sword," Leigh H. Irvine, the well-known California journalist who has made a special study of penology for years, makes a strong defense of capital punishment. By liberal citations from history he shows that fear of capital punishment is the only deterrent to the graver crimes. "Why is it," he asks, that "in Chicago headquarters of the Anti-Capital Punishment Society of the United States there were x62 murders in 1914 in a population of two and one-third millions, while in London, where the hemp speedily follows the murder, there were only thirty-six murders in 1914, with a population of almost six millions."

Irvine does not ignore the fact that the terrible punishments for petty crimes in England in the eighteenth century did not reduce crime; but what he does assert is that for the brutal murderer the only safe remedy is to rid the earth of him as speedily as possible. He denounces the sickly sentimentality shown in sending flowers to criminals and in demanding that their lives be spared so that they can be reformed. He shows that the reformation of the confirmed criminal is a myth.

In conclusion he urges all who have the well-being of the Nation at heart to unite in opposing the anti-capital punishment craze which is responsible for the large increase in brutal mruders in this country. If the English method of speedy trials, no newspaper publicity and swift punishment were adopted here there would be a great reduction in crime in this country. Mr. Irvine's little book is ably written and deserves a wide circulation. (New York: The Baker & Taylor Company; price$1.5c net.)

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