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BECKING OF THE HORRIBLE STORY OF WAR,
"THE HUMAN SLAUGHTER HOUSE"
READ THIS. FIRST
A wave of horror spread over
the European continent when
this book, "The Human Slaugh-
ter House," was published. One
hundred thousand copies were
sold in three months! In it, the
author, Wilhelm Lamszus, a Ger-
man high school teacher, paints
a horrifying word picture of death
on the battlefield with modern
machine guns and war appliances.
Men go out to fight "machines"
according to the author. When
brought to the attention of the
German kaiser, the book was sup-
pressed and the author, practic-
ally a government official, was
"relieved of duty." In a curious
fashion the mowing down of men
on European battlefields today is
graphically described in this story.
The translation is by Oakley Wil-
(Copyright, 1913, by the Frederic A.
i CHAPTER I.
War! War is declared! So the
news spreads hollow-eyed through
the streets. We are at war. It's the
real thing this time.
The ominous word dominates the
placards on the boardings. The
newspapers reproduce the proclama
tions in their heaviest type, and
rumors and dispatches flutter like a
, ruffled dovecote round this day of
Blood and Iron.
It is deadly earnest now. And this
sense of the seriousness of it has
numbed the State like a stroke of
paralysis. But then a jar, as of a
lever thrown over, go.es through the
vast iron fabric. And every one has
got to yield to this jar. The time for
anxiety and hesitation is over, for
doubts and oscillation. The moment
has now come when we cease to be
citizens, from henceforward we are
only soldiers soldiers who liave no
time to think, who only have time to
So they come flocking in from the
workshops, from the factories, from
behind the counters, from business
offices, and the open country they
come flo'cking into town, and every
man f alls in to stand by his native
"Four days from date" was the or
der on'-iny summons. Well, the
fourth monjing.has come, and I have
said good-bye to my wife and my
two children. Thank God, the fourth
morning has CQme, for the parting
was not easy, and my heart aches
when I think of them "at home."
"Where are you going, Daddy?"
asked Baby, as I kissed her for the
Jast time with my portmanteau in
"Daddy's going on a journey,"
said her mother, and looked at me
with a smile amid her tears. "Yes,
he's going on a journey, girlie, and
you, little chap, you've got; to be good,
and do as Mummy tells you."
And. then we got the parting aver
quickly, for Dora kept up her pluck
until the last moment
Now we are drawn up in the barrack-yard
with bag and baggage
we of the rank and file we reserv
ists and militiamen, every man at his
place by the table.
How serious their faces are. They
reveal no trace of youthful high
spirits or martial exuberance. Their
expressions rather . betoken deep
"The war that in the end was
bound to come" so we heard and
we read in the papers. "That is bound
to be so; that is a law of Nature.
The nations are snatching the bread
from one another's mouths;" they are.