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TRENCH MAN TO BE
IS PEACE COMING?--fz
(This is the first of Charles Edward
Russell's European articles on "Is
Peace Coming?" It is written from
England, where the voice of the "fid
dler who is going to demand pay for
the red sport of war" Is perhaps
loudest of all, since there is free
speech in England, even In wartime.
Russell's next article will be writ
ten from The Hague, near to the
trenches and in a city where the
sounds of peace freely filter across
the frontier from the German em
BY CHAS. EDWARD RUSSELL
Copyright, 1916, Newspaper Enter
London, July 22. Aug. 4, 1914,
England entered the great -world-war.
You will read this article on Aug.
4, 1916, exactly two years later.
Two years of the wildest war dance
ever known, and now men can see
slowly emerging the grim shape of
the fiddler that will demand the pay
for all this red sport.
Before long he will be stretching
out his hand for his coin, and when
that time comes xthere will likely be
strange doings on this queer old
earth, believe me.
What rips up things more than
war? Why, what comes after war,
and that is what we are scheduled to
Look at this for a starter: '
Here is a workingman, average of
his kind. You have heard nothing
about him since the dance began.
Your news has been all about rulers,
potentates, chancellors, prime min
ister, generals and that sort; armies
advancing and retreating, digging
in and digging out; every day about
a barrel of it. But not a word about
him, the huge, overshadowing figure
obscured in the background.
How is that?
Yet he bears the whole thing on
his big, broad back. He digs up the
hundred million dollars a day of war
expenses that the dancers are sling
ing around them. He will pay every
cent of the inconceivable debt that is
being piled up, if it is ever paid
He does most of the fighting. His
muscles and his will and the way
the thing seems to him wilLsettle the
result. He could make peace now if
he wished to. And with one sweep of
his big, hard fist he could push all
the rest, into the sea gold lace,
many-medaled and hot-stuff com
manders, prime ministers and all.
EVERYTHING in the end hangs
on him, for he is 75 per cent of the
game and., in some days 95, Yet no
body interviews him, talks about him
or reports how he feels.
All the time, no matter what the"
rest may do or pretend, things are
preparing for him fit to amaze the
world and vlikely to turn it upside
When the war started he was bad
ly paid, badly fed, badly clothed, bad
ly Jioused. He lived mainly in dirt,
darkness and squalor, and always
without hope. The world trampled
over and scorned him.
Today, in the army pr out of it, he
is far better fed, better clothed, well
looked after, and become a person of
importance for the first time in his
life. Those who use to wipe their
feet on him pat him on the back and
tell him he is a good fellow.
It is new and wonderful also it is
In the army he gets his pay, and
the EngliBh government every week
gives to his folks at home these stag-