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The Wars
"It is not all over yet," says Bortar
Law. No one, has made a complete
count, but "'Twixt the green seas and
the aznred vault," as Prospero remarked,
"is "set _ oaring war." And, not to ignore
the testimony of Fluellen, the com?
batants have "no more directions in the
true disciplines of the wars, look you, of
the Roman disciplines, than is a puppy
dog."
In far-oii Afghanistan turbaned tribes?
men hurl themselves against men with
different turbans. In Bohemia Huns of
the Red variety are making home-stay?
ing Czecho-Slovaks understand what
their kin endured in Siberia. In South?
ern Russia Poles and Ukrainians have
a sulphurous canopy every other day.
The White Finns are in trenches not
far from Petrograd, and Livonians and
Esthonians are giving the Bolsheviki
some of their own medicine. Over an
SOO-mile front Kolchak keeps pecking
away, and in front of Archangel and
behind the Murmansk coast our men at
last accounts were fighting alongside
the British and French. Bulgaria
threatens another invasion of Serbia,
China is angry at Japan and little Fiume
lias voted $30,000,000 to make herself
ready to light the whole world should
President Wilson lead it to attack her
liberties. Finally, Mexico-way there is
a smell of smoke, and burying parties
are disposing of dead Villistas.
If the war correspondents were not
out of breath this would be their busy
year. We talk peace, but a large per?
centage of the human family is acting
war. Human nature is not suspended.
The old game has many devotees. The
thought of Paris runs not to putting
fires out, but to preventing their spread.
We elect to say little about disagree?
able facts, but there they are. Big
wars, declared Othello, made ambition
virtue; but how about the little wars?
They at least prove something to those
who do not allow visions to get in front
of their vision
Facade to an Alliance
Just about the time public opinion
quiets on the assumption that the mys?
tery of the Paris negotiations is all ex?
posed and removed, along comes a
strange stirring behind the curtain.
Testifying before the Senate Military
Committee en Monday, General March,
chief of staff, said Great Britain and
the United States have an understand?
ing that each shall maintain a mili?
tary strength four times larger than
before the war. The British quota will
be 952,000 and ours about 500,000. The
several staffs would consult, and the
combined forces, plus the contributions
of other nations, would suffice, the gen?
eral thought, to meet the joint obliga?
tions under the covenant.
The arrangements read like an
entente alliance on the model of the un?
derstanding which subsisted between
Great Britain and France. In his letter
of November 22, 1912, which gives the
clearest description of the informal
agreement, Sir Edward Grey said to
Cambon, the French Ambassador:
"From time to time in recent years
the French and British naval and mili?
tary experts have consulted together. It
has always been understood that such
consultation docs not restrict the free?
dom of either government to decide at
any future time whether or not to as?
sist the other by armed force. . .
You have, however, pointed out that if
either government had grave reason to
expect an unprovoked attack by a third
power, it might become essential to
know whether it could in that event de?
pend on the armed assistance of the
other. I agree that if either government
had grave reason to expect an unpro?
voked attack by a third power, or some?
thing that threatened the general peace,
it should immediately discuss with the
other whether both governments should
act together to prevent aggression and
to preserve peace, and, if so, what meas?
ures they would be prepared to take in
common."
Two league of peace possibilities are
present. One, of which the covenant is
an example, seeks an inclusive general
agreement, more or less definitely mark?
ing out the scope of common action.
The other, not documented or systema?
tized, is an entente among nations whose
main interest is in peace. No real oppo?
sition between the two plan? exists, al?
though often pictured as antagonistic.
Acording to General March, the cove?
nant is a mere screen, with the real
peace-maintaining machinery in other
arrangement? in enlarged national
armies to make common cause, the
powers judging each case as it arise?.
If this is what is being actually done
the covenant is merely a fa?ade, with
the true structure behind. If this is
the covenant*? character a ?great shift of j
opinion is likely to occur* For example, i
Senator Knox in his resolution inserted !
a paragraph pledging assistance should j
civilization again be imperilled. It is |
to be inferred that Senator Knox wishes ;
an entente, or something akin to it. !
Among those most sharply criticising I
the covenant are men who favor a loose ;
alliance whose mere existence will warn ;
other Germanys to be careful.
The Tribune* although as to some
matters critical of the covenant, has
steadily supported the alliance idea as
the only peace league promising to in?
sure peace, and has devoted itself to
trying to establish relations of confi?
dence with those nations which must be
our partners if peace is in fact to bo
maintained.
The True Romance
There are romanticists of politics as
of literature; and there are, at the other :
extreme, materialists. In between there
are, or there should be, realists, with,
on the one hand, a sense of fact that
prevents wish-thinking and a doctri?
naire's idealism; and, on the other, an
imagination that realizes how vast is
the still remaining mystery of life and
how urgently we need faith and hope
and instinct for our insoluble task.
Somewhere on this middle ground
stands Joseph Conrad, the greatest liv?
ing writer of English. His novels are
sheer romance if you will; yet always
truth, essential truth, is their organiz?
ing structure, their source, their pur?
pose. There is, therefore, peculiar in?
terest in his view of Poland, his native
land, which we reprint from "Collier's"
on thi3 page. There is intense national
partisanship in his argument, as was to
be expected. But the world nas grown
weary of neutrals. We have come to
perceive that only through partisanship, ;
only through heat, can light be engen- !
dered. The Tribune is seeking to do its :
share toward expounding the strange j
romance, the mystery, that is Poland.
We have given in Mr. Tobenkin's arti- |
cles the criticisms of an eyewitness. We j
give Mr. Conrad's philosophical inter- j
pretation as a most valuable clew, a map !
of strange territory drawn as if from a !
great height.
The immediate and passing facts,
subject of much charge and counter?
charge, are of small moment in such a
picture. An incurably romantic view,
some may say of Mr. Conrad's whole
philosophy of the war. Yet he does not
ignore these passing events in favor of j
sheer theory, the artifice of mind. He j
passes them by only because beyond
them and above them are lasting, im?
mutable facts which must i . the end
control. Hence he is the true realist, it
can be said. Those facts are the facts
of national character, which Mr. Con?
rad, profound student of human nature,
sees as the one stable, certain element I
in a shifting world. Dynasties and de- ?
mocracies come and go, wars Degin and
end, groups improve and decline, new
creeds and phrases pass upon men's lips.
England is still England, France is j
France, America America?and Poland |
was and wijl be again Poland, offspring
of the West set down amid the camps of
the enemy.
There is no easy optimism about Mr.
Conrad's hopes of his Poland. Fatal?
istic is the word that comes to mind.
Perhaps all of Mr. Conrad's writing is
touched with a faintly Eastern sense of
a fate that inevitably must be. But it
is fatalism welcome beyond trice in an
, hour flushed with false claims and car
! ing nothing for fact so long as the
! phrase be fine.
The Man Martens
I The New York'Call, which seems to
j have abandoned the Socialist field to
! become Bolshevist, seeks to break the
: force of the Penal Code's definition of
: criminal anarchy by saying "Ambassa
? dor" Martens has not advocated the
I overthrow of our government by force,
j violence or assassination.
In Russia L?nine and Trotzky, Mar
j tens's principals, have not only advo
I cated overthrow of a government by
! force, violence and assassination, but
j have practised the doctrine. They did
-, not overthrow Czarism (L?nine was safe
i in Switzerland and Trotzky safe in New
{ York when this occurred), but they over
j threw by force the Kerensky government.
This had title from the Duma, Russia's
| only elective body, and as the constituent
j assembly, freely chosen by adult suffrage,
? was about to assemble. Kerensky was
| a Socialist, as were his comrades. Some
j fled for their lives and others, unable to
\ escape, were killed by Lenine's orders.
j He proclaimed a general terror and
? turned machine guns loose on all who
! dared oppose him. Many thousands were
j slaughtered. No one raises a voice in
! Russia unless he consents.
Not satisfied with his achievements in
| Russia, L?nine summoned criminal anar
? chista everywhere to imitate him. A fiery
I cross was sent forth. He spent millions
of rubles to induce others to do as he
had done. Particularly this country
was to be seized by force. If Mar-tens
I does not misrepresent his mission, he is
I Lenine's agent here, and his very employ
! ment implies he holds Lenine's method is
i right. Yet The Call would have its
j readers believe Martens has not advo
| cated the forcible overthrow of our
democracy.
We don't know whether the man
Martens, among his "principles," has de?
veloped an aversion to sportsmanship.
It looks as if he had. Else, an upholder
of the proposition that the strong have
a right to rule as they please, he would
hardly come blearing before our Amer?
ican courts, asking the hated law
to protect him. And Dudley Field
Malone, who has taken the oath incident
to membership in the legal profession,
appears as counsel to a champion o?
rule by force. If there was a thought j
dictagraph it would probably report
Martens saying to himself: "These ?
Americans, what fools!" i
Poisoning the Future
Charles A. Beard, formerly of Co?
lumbia University, questions the follow?
ing, contained in "A Syllabus of the
World War," prepared by the local De?
partment of Education:
"Great Britain responded [to Belgium's
appeal in support of her integrity] with a
note to Germany warning her to respect
Belgium's neutrality, and when Germany,
disregarding tho warning, invaded Bel?
gium, England declared war, August 4."
Professor Beard concedes the literal
accuracy of the foregoing statement, but
picks at it because it does not include
many interesting facts of the negoti?
ations?for example, the evidence sug?
gesting ?that Great Britain might have,
gone in though Belgium had not been
invaded.
The maybes and mightbes are pabulum
for some kinds of mind, but the sober
historian is averse to them?is aware,
when he indulges in them, that he is
likely to cease being an historian to be?
come merely a prejudiced person. The
British ?government demanded of Ger?
many that she respect Belgium and in?
structed its ambassador to ask for his
passports if Germany did not comply by.
midnight Germany did not comply and
the ambassador left If she had com?
plied the war might have come, but over
some other issue. Seldom has an inter?
national matter been so simplified as
how war came between Great Britain and
Germany.
Why the interest of the Beards in tor?
turing everything in favor of Germany
and against Great Britain, France and
Russia? Do they not reveal the con?
clusions they would reach? Professor
Beard inquires, apparently deeming it a
poser, wfcy the Board of Education did
not invite the assistance of "trained
teachers of history" in the preparation
of its pamphlet. Why it did not seek
the assistance of one of them may be
surmised.
As a warning heritage for our' chil?
dren no effort should be spared to pre?
vent the special pleaders, no matter how
disguised, poisoning the mind of the
future as to why the Great War was.
Testing Health Insurance
In a recent address upon the subject
of .health insurance Warren S. Stone,
chief of the Brotherhood of Locomotive
Engineers, said:
"If we have accomplished anything as
a nation it has been due to the fact that
the men and women of the country have
been allowed to work out some of these
problems. I do not take much stock in
paternalism; I do not believe in a gov?
ernment that tucks you in bed at nigiit,
and if some plan of health insurance is
adepted, worked out and finally made a
law, I fear its effect on our country; I
fear it will be the beginning of the end.
I do not believe any nation ct.n prosper
when tho government does everything
for the industrial worker. It destroys
initiative and makes him a dependent
upon the bounty of his government.
. . . I want to to say to you frankly
as a representative of labor that there
is not going to be any compulsory health
insurance if we can help it."
The man or woman who does not emo?
tionally and intellectually respond to
the spirit of this stalwart representative
of free labor has something the matter
with his Americanism. Tho human be?
ing comes first. Better bodily illness
than the soul illness incident to depend?
ence. The instinct is sound which re?
sists the intrusion of government.
Those who advocate compulsory state
health insurance must meet these tests:
First, that what they propose is a good
thing in itself; second, that long experi?
ence has shown that individuals are in?
competent to achieve it; third, that the
public is competent to achieve it. The
first is admitted; as to the second, it is
fairly established that we can get the
good thing only by concerted public ac?
tion; as to the third, the weight of evi?
dence is that public health insurance
stands up.
Time was when courts, police forces,
highways, parks, schools and even ar?
mies were privately owned and managed.
These activities have been successively
taken ove. by the public, and few would
go back. The latest annexation from
the private field is in the workmen's
compensation act, covering industrial
accidents. Compulsory health insurance
applies a similar principle to disease
loss that we have applied to accident
loss.
We had no fall of the death rate
until the public supplied water, and we
are not likely to have a fall of the dis?
ease rate without a system of preventive
personal examination and treatment
which comes as an incident to properly
oidered health insurance. The dentists
have educated us to bi-yearly teeth ex?
amination, but we drive our body ma?
chine with scarcely a look-over until it
breaks. Cooperation might perform the
function, but it makes little progress.
In the mean time the annual bill is
heavy.
We believe in the principle upheld by
Mr. Stone. Ill will the country fare
when man is under no pressure to grow
by looking after himself; but in this il?
logical world sound principles are limit?
ed and conditioned, and what seem para?
doxical proposals coincidentally sup?
ported.
Switzerland has permitted herself to
be a haven for emigrating radicals of
other nations, and look what's happened
in Zurich!
Tho Kaiser is going home as soon as
the peace treaty is signed, and those
who wondered how Germany was ever
to be punished sufficiently are answered.
The Conning Tower
_
BALLADE OF ANCIENT ACTS
After Henley
Where are the wheezes they essayed
And where the smiles they made to flow?
Where's Caron's seltzer siphon laid,
A squirt from which laid Herbert low?
Where's Charlie Case's comic woe
And G?orgie Cohan's nasal drawl?
The afterpiece? The olio?
Into the night go one and all.
Where are the japeries, fresh or frayed,
That Fields and Lewis used to throw?
Where ?3 tho horn that Shepherd played?
The slide trombone that Wood would blow? j
Amelia Glover's 1. f. toe?
The Rays and their domestic brawl?
Bert Williams with-"Oh, / Don't Know?"
Into the night go one and all.
Where's Little Raymond, peppy jade?
The braggart Lew, the simple Joe?
And where the Irish servant maid
That Jimmie Russell used to show?
Charles Sweet, who tore the paper snow?
Ben Harr.ey's where? And Artie Hall?
Nash Walker, Darktown's grandest beau?
Into the night go one and all.
L'Envoi
Prince, though our children laugh "Ho!
Ho!"
At us who gleefully would fall
For acts that played the Long Ago,
Into the night go one and all.
Mr. Kenneth Macgowan, in tho current
"Dramatic Mirror," implies that we are
"plugging the vaudeville days of the '90s."
"He preferred Vesta Tilley in vaudeville,"
ho writes, "to De Wolf Hopper in the
legitimate. He heard 'Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De
Ay'^hen he might have listened to Delia
Fox sing 'I am the Belle, They Say, of
Avenue A.'" This is far from the truth.
We never preferred Vesta T'illey in any?
thing to De Wolf Hopper in anything; nor
could we ever have. We never cared par?
ticularly for Miss Tilley's art, and always
worshipped De Wolf Hopper's.
With Mr. Macgowan's contention that
the memories of the '90s concern them?
selves with the performers rather than
with the composers and librettists we
quarrel not at all. The purchasing public
to-day is equally unconcerned. Ask five
persona who? saw "The Follies of 1919"
last night who wrote the show; at least
four will be unable to tell you. See how
many people who have seen Lew Fields's
"A Lonely Romeo" can tell you that Harry
B. Smith, the librettist of "Robin Hood,"
"The Wizard of the Nile," and "The
Serenade," wrote it.
The reading and theatregoing publics
are gloriously unconcerned with authors.
"Did you read that story abput that girl
in the Satevepost?" somebody will ask. I
"Who wrote it?" we always inquire. In?
frequently is the reply anything but "I
didn't notice" or "I forget." Mr. Mac?
gowan may ?doubt this. Well, the^ Dra?
matic Mirror is one of the hebdomadals we
sometimes omit buying. A friend tele?
phoned that there was an article in this
number that., pertained to the vaudeville
of the '90s. "Who wrote it?" we asked.
"I didn't notice," he said.
The Poetry .Service Station
Sir: I, too have been tounched by the haunt?
ing: cadence of the line; but. like C. W., I am
auite too busy to do It complete Justice. If
you can use an assembled poem, however, I
am willing: to supply a few feet to help It
along. As per viz:
REFRAIN
He lost a leg; in action with the Irish Fusiliers,
And though he's advertised for it. 'tis gone
for Rood, he fears.
Xo doubt, some of your contribs will have
spare parts on hand enough to make the thing
run. G. B.
The speed demons of the War Depart?
ment and the Postoflfiee Department, in
perfect collaboration, have succeeded in
getting to us our $60 bonus. It was ac?
complished in three months, from tip to
tip; and our gratitude to the government
is boundless.
THE DIARY OF OUR OWN SAMUEL PEPYS
June 14 To the courts with S. Spaeth,
and he beat me three setts in five, and
then we to watch better players; and saw
Richards and Behr beat Throckmorton and
Hunter, and I wagered a dinner with S.
Martin on it and lost, and so took him to
dinner, and he must needs have a cock
tayle, albeit liquor was not stipulated in
the wager.
15?To H. Ross's for breakfast, which
my wife and Mistress Caroline cooked, not
: bad, neither; and then I played two setts
with S. Spaeth, and beat him both. For a
ride then with my wife, and in the evening
to see the Lambs' Gambol, which amused
me mightily, in especiall Mr. Cohan and
Mr. Collier. To my inn, and had some
soup, and salmon salad, and a beaker of
sarsaparilla, and some ice cream, and
thence to bed, but could not sleep till
near four o'clock.
16?All day at my desk, and met Mistress
Helen Pomberton at dinner, and her baby,
Ickle Floppit, was with her; and I wheeled
the baby hpme, down the Avenue, not
without pride, neither. Though I detected
in the glance some gave me and Mistress
I Helen, Why did that lovely girl marry
I him?
17?Up by times, and to the office, and
| H, H. Kohlsaat to visit me, and he talked
j of the old days in Chicago. Finished my
' stint in good time, so home to rest.
The typically American linotyper first
spelled it "Quentyquec," so we changed it
to "Quentyquec," which the typically
American proofreader changed to "Quenty
quet."
Vox et Prirtcrca Nihil
Sir: She was lamcntinB her lost voice. "It
cracks whenever I try a high noto. If it wasn't
so sad I'd be funny,'* ehe dulcied. "Yes, it
must be a scream," I nmwered, just that quick?
ly. Now, wasn't I the m., m. w. ? Wivos.
The Profiteers' Mother Goose
; There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
! She hnd so many expenses she didn't know what
to do :
! So she split up the ?hoe, ?with some laths and
cement,
And hung out a placard, "Apartments to Rent."
I Baa, baa, landlord, have you any flats?
| Yes nir, yes sir, for plutocrats.
! One that has three rooms, and one that has four,
1 And the rental is Twenty-seven Hundred or more.
This is Clean Up W?elt, so we took a
look at our desk.
What it needs is Clean Up Month.
F. P. A.
Poland, Child of the West
By Joseph .Conrad * /
(From an article in Collier's)
This is the first public utterance of the great English novelist, born Joseph Conrad
Korzeniowski, upon the hopes and fears of his native land
THOSE who died east and west, leaving .
so much anguish and so much pride j
behind them, died neither for the
creation of states nor for empty words, j
nor yet the salvation of general ideas, j
They died neither for democracy, nor
leagues, nor systems, and not even for ab?
stract justice, which is an unfathomable
mystery. They died for something too deep
for words, too mighty for the common
standard by which reason measures the
advantages of life and death, too sacred
for the vain discourses that come and go
on the lips of dreamers, fanatics, humani?
tarians and statesmen.
The Only Enduring Thing
Poland's independence springs up from
that great immolation, but Poland's loyalty
will not be rooted in anything so trenchant
and burdensome as the sense of immeas?
urable indebtedness, of that gratitude
which in a worldly sense is sometimes
called eternal, but which lies always at the
mercy of weariness and is fatally con- ?
demned by the instability of human senti- !
ment to end in negation. Polish loyalty !
will be rooted in something much more ?
solid and enduring, something that could ?
never be called eternal, but which is, in
fact, life-enduring. It will be rooted in
the national temperament, which is about
the on^y thing on earth that can be trusted.
Men may deteriorate, they may improve,
too, but they don't change. Misfortune is a
hard school, which may either mature or
spoil a national character, but it may be :
reasonably advanced that the long course
of adversity of the most cruel kind has ?
not injured the fundamental characteristics
of that nation which has proved its vitality
against the most demoralizing odds. The j
various phases of the Polish sense of self
preservation struggling among the menac- ?
ing forces and the no less threatening !
chaos of the neighboring powers should be
judged impartially.
a
To the End of Time
This situation was brought vividly home
to me in the course of an argument more
than eighteen months ago. "Don't forget,"
I was told, "that Poland has got to live in
contact with Germany and Russia to the
end of time. Do you understand the force
of that expression: 'to the end of time'? j
Facts must be taken into account, and
especially facts such as this to which there
is no possible remedy on earth. For rea?
sons which are, properly speaking, physio?
logical, a prospect of friendship with Ger?
mans or Russians, even in the most distant
future, is unthinkable. Any alliance of
heart and mind would be a monstrous
thing, and monsters, as you know, cannot
live. You can't base conduct on a mon?
strous conception.
"Oppression, not merely political but
affecting social relation, famtly life, the
Books
By Heywood Broun
THIS is as fine a time as a man could
**ish in which to be a book reviewer.
Think what the job must have'been
back in the days when Walter Scott was
turning out ten novels a year, and what a
fearful bore Dickens became to the men
who had to read every word he wrote.
Of course, it would have been fun to have
seen "'Vanity Fair' is the best book we
have read this month.?N. Y. Tribune," in
the book page advertisements, and there
might have been satisfaction in writing,
"We heartily recommend George Meredith's |
'The Egoist.' We think this young man |
will go far."
But ours is no mean age, for we have j
Wells and Galsworthy and Conrad and
Shaw. We are particularly moved to feel
that this is a fine time in which to have
the privilege of reading new books, because
we have just finished John Galsworthy's
"Saint's Progress," and it seems to us su?
perb. When Wells can work himself into
a good lather we would rather read him
than any man alive, but there are periods
in most of his books when he is merely
warming up. His social consciousness
sometimes interferes with his artistry. At
times he has so much to say that no novel
will hold it. Galsworthy has a marked so- j
cial consciousness in most of his plays. It
animates "Strife" and "Justice" and "The ?
Silver Box," but it is less evident in his
nov?is. "Saint's Progress leaves the world
just where it found it. As in Wells, there
is a search for God, but no discovery. Nor
is there a denial. Edward Pierson prays
for deliverance at a certain point in the
book, and Galsworthy notes, "Whether from
prayer or from the scent and feel of the
clover, he found presently a certain rest."
It is the attitude of a neutral.
But though Galsworthy keeps himself and
his feelings outside the novel, it does not
lack'intensity. His characters feel things
acutely. There is a chaper in which a
woman is giving up a man she loves, and
her emotion is conveyed so vividly as to
drag the leader into the turmoil' of it all.
"Saint's Progress," then, is not a book to
pass the time between here and Pough
keepsie. Whoever re,ads it must live with
it That demands no sacrifice, for Gals?
worthy makes life mean more for us by
bringing to us its fulness, its depth and
its intesnity.
Writers who deny allegiance to any in?
visible km& still see a well ordered uni?
verse. In two agnostic novels which we
have read within a month fathers have
prayed passionately for sons. On both oc?
casions a little girl was born in the very
next chapter.
One reason why Galsworthy is among the
great is because he never tries to be funny.
Well, hardly ever. We still remember re?
gretfully his one-act play "The Little Man,"
with its painful attempt to burlesque the
travelling; American. Of course "The Pig?
eon" is humorous, but it is sIbo effortless.
The reading'publlc o. to-day is mad about
deepest affections of human nature, and
the very fount of natural emotions, has
never made us vengeful. It is worthy of
notice that with every incentive present
in our emotional reactions we had no re?
course to political assassination. Arms In
hand, hopelessly or hopefully, and always
against immeasurable odds, we did affirm
ourselves and the justice of our cause; but
'wild justice' has never been a part of our
conception of national manliness. In all
the history of Polish oppression there was
only one shot fired which was not in battle.
Only one! And the man who fired it in
Paris at the Emperor Alexander II was but
an individual connected with no organiza?
tion, representing no part of Polish opin?
ion. The only effect in Poland was that of
profound regret, not at the failure, but at
the mere fact of the attempt. The history
of our captivity is free from that stain;
and whatever follies in the eyes of the
world we may have perpetrated, we have
neither murdered our enemies nor acted
treacherously against them, nor yet have
been reduced to the point of cursing each
other."
A Nation Without Revenge
I could not gainsay the truth of that
discourse! I saw as clearly as my inter?
locutor the impossibility of the faintest
sympathetic bond between Poland and her
neighbors ever being formed in the future.
The only course that remains to a recon?
stituted Poland is the elaboration, establish?
ment and preservation of the most correct
method of political relations with neighbors
to whom Poland's existence is bound to be a
humiliation and offence. Calmly considered,
it is an appalling task, yet one may put one's
trust in that national temperament which is
so completely free from aggressiveness and
revenge.
Therein lie the foundations of all hope.
The success of renewed life for that nation
whose fate is to remain in exile, ever iso?
lated from the West among hostile sur?
roundings, depends on the sympathetic un?
derstanding of its problems by its distant
friends, the Western powers, which in their
democratic development must recognize the
moral and intellectual kinship of that dis?
tant outpost of their type of civilization,
which was the only basis of Polish culture.
An Imperishable Individualism
Whatever may be the future of Ru.??sia
and the final organization of Germany, the
old hostility must remain unappeased, the
fundamental antagonism must endure for
years to come. The Crime of the Partition
was committed by autocratic governments,
which were the governments of their time;
but those governments were characterized
in the past, as they will be in the future,
, by their people's national traits, which re?
main utterly incompatible with Polish men?
tality and Polish sentiment.
humor. Editors of magazines and news- I
papers order people to be funny. News- !
paper writers sign ten-year contracts to be !
funny six days a week in a stipulated quan?
tity. We had a city editor once who made
a practice of putting a 400-word funny
Btory on the front page in every issue. He
made up the suggestions himself, and we
remember our assignment as entered in the
book one July day several years ago, "As I
was coming down Broadway to-day I saw a
cake of ice in the middle of the street.
Write a funny story about it."
Our magazine writers are just as bur?
dened as the newspapermen. There is
hardly a first class writing man in America
who does not twist and change the things
he sees just a little to make them funnier.
Even burlesque itself is not enough. Ring
Lardner achieves a success by mingling
accurate observation of colloquial speech
with a slight touch of exaggeration, and
immediately he is successfully followed by
a score of men whose only trick seems to be
to make two "him and me's" grow where
one grew before. The best of the English
don't go scot free, either. Bernard Shaw
plays the fool at times in order to induce
people to listen to discussions of such se?
rious subjects as religion and economics
and sociology. H. G. Wells inserts snatches
of heavy-handed burlesque into some of his
most brilliant books. But Galsworthy goes
along without patronizing his readers by
assuming that they must have everything
made funny. Perhaps life is not as hu?
morous as it ought to be, but Galsworthy
seems content to let other men paint the
pink spots on the false faces and add the i
putty to the nose of mankind.
Drinksof Other Days
(From The Boston Pout) j
There is a popular belief that the people
who lived more than a century ago knew
little about variety of drinks. They could
have wine, beer, brandy or rum, but little
else. But it docs not take much delving
into old annals to find out that the Ameri?
cans of the seventeenth and eighteenth cen
utries had an almost endless variety of
choice. The frequenters of the old Dutch
tavern, one of the earliest buildings in what
is to-day New York, had all sorts of mixed
drinks, even if they did not know what a
cocktail was.
Some idea of the kinds of liquor sold is
given in the eighteenth century advertise?
ment of a distiller, who set forth that he
could supply "Aniseed Water, Orange Wa- |
ter, Clove Water, All Fours, or the Cordial
of Cordials, Royal Usquebaugh, Plain ditto,
Royal Water, Cordial of Health, Cinnamon
Water, Cardamon Water, Angelica Water.
Aqua Caelestic or Heavenly Water, Ros
Solis, Stoughton's Elixir Mirabelis, or Won- j
derful Water, besides Irish Whiskey,
Brandy and Rectified Spirits of Wine."
At funerals all sorts of liquors were
served. Finally, largely because the intoxi?
cation of mourners appeared unseemly, the
custom was abandoned. This innovation
was greatly deplored by some resolute
topers, and one of them remarked bitterly
that "Temperance has done for funerals."
Both the German submissiveness ( ideal*
istic as it may be) and the Russian law?
lessness (.fed on the corruption of all the
virtues) are utterly foreign to the Polish
nation, whose qualities and defects are alto
gether of another kind tending to a certain
exaggeration of individualism and. perhaps,
to an extreme belief in the governing
power of the free assent, the one invariably
vital principle in the internal government
of the old republic.
No Feudal Quarreh
There was never a history more free
from political bloodshed than the history
of the Polish state, which never knew
j either feudal institution? or feudal quar?
rels. At the time when heads were falling
on the scaffolds all over Europe there was
only one political execution in Poland -
only one and as to that there still exists
a tradition that the great chancellor who
I democratized Polish institutions and had
j to order it in pursuance of his political
I purpose, could not settle that matter with
I his conscience till the day of his death.
I can't imagine, in whatever form of
democratic government Poland elaborates
! for itself, that either the ration or its
: leaders would do anything but welcome the
: closest scrutiny of their renewed political
I existence. The difficulty of the problern of
? that existence will be so great that som*
I errors will be unavoidable, and one may b?
| sure that they will be taken advantage of
' by its neighbors to discredit that living wit?
ness to a great historical crime. If not the
actual frontiers, then the moral integrity
of the new state is sure to be assailed be?
fore the eyes of Europe.
The Offspring of the West
Already there are innuendo?, threats
! hints thrown out, and even awful instances
! fabricated out of inadequate materials, but
i it is historically unthinkable that the
! Poland of the future, with its sacred tra
I dition of Poland and its hereditary sense
| of respect for the rights of individuals and
j states, should seek its prosperity in aggres
I sive action or in moral violence against
j that part of its once fellow citizens who
: speak Ruthenian or Lithuanian. The only
| influence that cannot be restrained is sim
I ply the influence of time, which disengages
truth from all facts with a merciless logte
! and prevails over passing opinions, th?
changing impulses of men.
There can be no doubt that the moral
' impulses and the material interests of the
| new nationalities which seem to play now
I the game of disintegration for the benefit
of the world's enemies, will in the end
bring them nearer to the Poland of this
| war's creation, will unite them sooner or
? later by a spontaneous movement toward
the state which had adopted and brought
them up in the development of its own
humane culture - -the offspring of the We?!.
To the Editor of The Tribune.
Sir: No one who knows the devastated
regions of France can listen to seetar;;in dis?
sensions regarding the work of relief and
restoration without a sense of shock The
Boche made no distinction between Catholic
and Protestant. If the name of Christian
means anything, th? obliteration of hi? trail
of beastliness should be hailed as a Christian
opportunity for united Christian effort
| In the Chateau Thierry "pocket," between
| the Marne and the Aisne, there are several
[ score of the loveliest Romanesque churches of
the Ile de France, the loveliest small churches
of the world, in varying degrees of ruin.
At. St Pierre de l'Aigle there is but a pila
of stones. It was hereabouts that the Amer?
icans with General Mangin "jumped off"
the morning of July 1?. At Bonnes th?
exquisite belfry is still intact, though a
great hole yawns in the nave and the interior
is wrecked.
In many of these churches Charlemagna
? may have worshipped. Standing in t
country where war was perpetua!, war re?
spected them for a thousand years. It re?
mained for the Boche to ruin, loot ?nd befoul
them. What he could carry away he stole.
: The rest he desecrated as the ape desecrates.
I have found pages torn from an illuminated,
hand-wrought seventeenth century psalter in
a Boche colonel's dugout, used as shaving
papers.
American followers of Christ, American
lovers of heautiful things, American lovers
of humanity and of France could do no
? more graceful act than to restore these
| churches under the direction of French
S architects. It is a project which the smaller
? cities of America might well undertake, and
i in so doing erect a monument, each to its
' own civic life and fame. But it is an enter
, prise which obviously should be inaugurated
by the Christian churches of America, united
I in a common Christianity and in no sectarian
! ..pirit, DAVID GRAY,
Captain, U. S. A. (Dl_d?rfed).
New York, June 14, 1019.
A "Curious Cuss
(??rom The WinnibOOO. Hi**. KnUrpriMH
"Our ancient and honorable friend," Fran*
A. Day of "The Fairmount Sentinel," is hav?
ing a whaling lot of fun out of the political
situation. Count that day lost that sees na
new candidate for Congress or the Gevernor
ship put forth by the Hon. Frank. 1 P t0
the present time he has named enough m*n
to provide a brand new set of officials for tha
whole state. Frank is a curious cuss. ??
has boxed the political compass, and is still
running around in a circle, emitting Strang?
' cries. And in spite of the fact that hi> po?
litical faults are numerous, we love him s?U
?and the more still he is the more we lo?
him!_
Suggestion
(From The Boston Glob*)
Only think! The great new Common?
wealth Dry Dock at South Boston is bif
enough to hold 55,000,000 gallons of water?
or any other liquid!

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