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The Winning of
a D. C. M.
By »
Sergeant Arthur Guy
Author of "Over the Tor"
"First Cali," Etc.
Mr. Empey's Experi
ences During HisSeven
teen Months in theFirst
Line Trenches of the
British Army in France
Hungry Foxcroft was slicing away
at a huge loaf of bread, while on bis
knee he was balancing a piece of is
sue cheese. His Jack-knife was prêt y
dull and the bread was hard, so every
now and then he would pause in hL
cutting operation to take a large bite
from the cheese. i
Curly Wallace whispered to me.
"Three bob to a tanner, Yank, that he !
eats the cheese before he finishes slic- i
lUipirigau 11)17, by The MrClora Newspaper
Our gun's crew, as was its wont, was
sitting on the straw in the corner of
our billet, far from the rest of the sec
tion. The previous night we had been
relieved from the fire trench, and were
"resting" ln rest billets. Our "day's
rest" had been occupied ln digging a j
nombing trench, this trench to be used
for the purpose of breaking ln would
be bombers.
ing tnat rooty.
ifw TL „„„
e. ala R ', ° ' y ,? <- ;
Scotch, and did you ever see a Scot -
nan bet on anything unies t .
sure uinner.
He answered ln an undertone :
"Well, let's make it a pack of fags.
How about it, Yank?"
I acquiesced. (Curly won the fags.)
Sailor Bill was sitting next to Curly,
and had our mascot, Jim—a sorry-look
Ing mut —between his knees, and was
picking hard pieces of inud from its
paws. Jim was wagging hls stump of
a tall and was intently watching Hun
gry's operation on the breud. Every
time Hungry reached -for the cheese
Jim would follow the movement with
Ills êyes, und his tail would wag faster.
Hungry, noting this look, hit off a
small piece of the cheese und flipped
it in Jim's direction. Jim deftly caught
It In bis mouth and then the fun be
gan. Our mascot hated cheese. It was
fun to see him spit It out and sneeze
„ . , . . '
Iltcy Honsejr readied «ver, took the
candle, and started searching In bis
pack.amidst a chorusof growls; from
us at hls rudeness In thus depriving us
«»f light. I was watching him closely
and suspected what.was coming. Sure
enough, out came that harmonica and
I I new It was up to me to start the
ball of conversation rolling before be
In-gun playing, because, alter he hud
o,ee storied, nolhing short Of a Ger
I„au fivo-fline shellburst would stop
hlm. Holslyly kiekçd Sal <>r BUI. wlo
SïïÂlLSL. ' 1 1
"Halbir, I bi-iird you ssy ibis after
noon, while we were bulbllng that
traverse, tbat It was your opinion that
darn few medal
re really won ; tl.at
more or teaa an accident. Now.
ft wi
just because your IK M. cam» up
with the rations, and, as you aay, It
was wj»b*-d on you, there (a no reason
In my mind to «'lass every winner of
« ioe/tsl as being
deuiully Im-ky/ »
Ids medal bn
«so «
me rigid
and lw>
with dai
b#ch n
* with ;
"M ctl, If any of you lubbers can toll
ms whsr« s t>. I". M, truly cum« aboard
lu M »blpsbap» manner tbal )*, up
gangplank then I will strike
the afi
my colors and tgy up on g las shore for
dry «bolt/'
Ikey Honney had Jusl l
Indrawn brestb, and bis cheeks wer«
puffed nut like g l/sMoon preparatory
to blowing ft info lb* harmonica, which
be tflMf #1 Ml t/M* I (NU«"'!, MMif, fn#
UttfUni hfUutnvhi $4
fftfe be espbnbul :
"I"im« m«, I know of g bloke w
won g M. f. M, and II wn*M'l «e« I*
dcM«l «r lucky, eifbef, I was right
out Ift front with bine Illline Hie, I
eure bad tbe wind up, but with Fr«i
He k
IrUslruaM ne usual.'»
currtud «
Wo fN cbfrpKd
t win if
Hi * htU* fli< |
iw| lly ftu*\ whm tt* *'*nt
by g dletual. umoulng howl fra
Ikey bad bee* plgyfna
« beu lb« orderly ket
finel Ift I be door of Ibo billet
Tbe eap'aln s «ya lo slop II
it poked hls
uat not so.
Highly Iftotilted Ikcj
'g*e no h
"I 1
* 1 « *
Wo at
with him.
us bat »««.lllfied, be sli/ricdt
oral French la th« «am« Hob«
ist re!timed from Hllgbiy and
Third section y est mb
Pino-1 He
"We were bolding • part of the llna
np Frnmclles iy, m.d were «1 «ut
to-.« biiodri d i inis 1-om Ihe Hermann,
'I hu sure was a 'hot' section of Iho
c.,. w« won P Km«,
ninl || « « n eusc, at night, of keepiug
.-firs «ml eyes open. No Man's
land ob« full of tbclr patrols gad uurs,
The m< M*i
a If/« ti«»/Ce''l"S
o the I
i ti
I will *«f
ta (iff
and many fights took place between
"One night we would send over a
I trench-raiding party and the next night
j over would come Fritz.
I "There was a certain part of our
trench nicknamed Death alley, and the
company which held it was sure to
click it hard in casualties. In five
nights 'in' I clicked for three recon
"John French—he was a lance cor
poral then—was iu charge of our sec
tioa. This was before I went to ma
chine gunners' school and transferred
to this outfit. This French certainly
nolterlng patrols.
was an artist when It came to scout
ing In No Man's lnnd. He knew every
Inch of the ground out In front, and
j was like a cat—he could see In the
i dark.
"On the night that he won his D. C.
M. he had been out *n front with a pa
trol for two hours, and had just re
turned to the fire trench. A sentry
down on the right of Death alley re
ported a suspicious noise out in front,
and our captain gave orders for an
other patrol to go out and investi
"Corporal Hawkins was next on the
list for the job, but, blime me, he sure
hud the wind up, and was shaking and
trembling like a dish of jelly.
"A new leftenant, Newall by name,
had just come out from Blighty, and a
pretty fine officer, too. Now, don't you j
chaps think because this chap was
ki[le( j ( b at j say he was a good offl
because, dead or alive, you would
have t0 go a bloomin' long way to get
nnot her man like Newall. But this
young leftenant was all eagerness to
get out ln front . you see, it was his
iirst time 0 ver the top. He noticed
that Hawkins was shaky, and so did j
French. French went up to the offi
cer an( j .
'S* r > Corporal Hawkins has been
feeling queer for the last couple of
,la ï s - alld 1 " ould deom i,; a favor if I
couId K° in hls P lace -'
«Now, don't think that Hawkins was
„ cownr( j i because he was not, for the
best of us are liable to get the 'shakes'
at X j mes
You know, Hawkins was
"There were seven in this patrol—
Leftenant Newall, Corporal French, ray
self and four more trom B company.
killed at La Bnssee a couple of months
ago—killed while going over the top.
About sixty yards from Fritz's
trench an old ditch—must have been
llie bed of a creek, but at that time
I was dry—ran para'lel with the Ger
man barbed wire. Lining the edge of
this ditch was a scrubby sort of hedge
which made u fine hiding place for
a patrol. Why Fritz hod not sent out
a working party and done away with
; this screen was a mystery to us.
I "French leading, followed by I.eften
j ant Newall, myself lldrd, and the rest
! trailing behind, we crawled through a
sap under our burbod wire lending out
l() u n sten | ng pos t in No Man's land,
eucb hud three bombs. Newall
,. Mrr|ed 8 revolver-one of those
Vuli|( „„ Colts-und his cane. Blime me,
i believe that ofllcer slept with that
„ever went without It. The
,.,st of us were armed with bombs and
rl „„ H bayonets fixed. We had pre
vlol|gIy t,| ack e,ied our bayonets so they
WU n)d not shine In the glure of u star
"Beaching tbe listening post French
(|)1( , U|J f)> w§|t a |,out five minutes un
til he returned from a little scouting
trip of hls own. When he left, we,
with every nerve tense, listened for his
coming buck. We could almost bear
each other's hearts (lumping, but not a
sound urouml the listening post, .Sad
we went, In the
ton of Ihe ditch In front <»f the
ly a vole»*, about alx feet on my right
whispered; 'All right tlm way Is clear;
follow mu and curry on,'
"My IiIoihI froze In my veins. It
was uncanny the way Frem'li up
pr<iu«'lit'd us without being beard.
"Tb"ll, Wftll backs bctidlllg low, out
„( listening |e»«*t
Gcrrniin luirliml wire,
We reached i ho
»ciubby hedge «tld t«y «town, «boni »I*
«d «part, tu liston. Frem'li «ml llie
»titrer were on llio right of our lins.
About twenty minutes lind elupsed
' wlii'it suddenly, «tlreidly In front of the
mu wir« wo eoulil see durit, shad
x i
•I f
Jim Was Wsqulng Mia ttump of a Tall
and WateMeg Intsntly,
y torn
from llie ground and
irina look «'«I
ginnt«, srol look on Horrible
t slopped brat - 1
I counted s' il v I *11 In all. ns the
Ine the««
My lienrl
laat form failed Into the blackness on
in y loft.
"A whl»)»»r came to my
"'Don't move Or make a Bound.
strong German raiding party Is going
nm/ss,' It wall Frenrb'a vole«. I did
not h«»ar him approach me, nor leave,
Yank, he must nave got hls training
with the Indians on your great plains
of America I
"I could b«»ar a slight s.-raplng md»e
on my right ami left. I'retty soon the
whole reconnoitering pntrol was ly
Ing hi a circle, brads In. French had,
: In his noiseless way, given orders for
' bave received orders not to fire on ac
count of our reconnoitering patrol be
, j n g out in front. A strong German
j raiding party has just circled our left,
! and is making for our trench. It's up
to us to send word back.
them to close in on me, and await in
"Leftenant Newall's voice, in a very
low whisper, came to us :
" 'Boys, the men in
We can't
nil go, because we might make too
' much noise and warn the German par
ty, so It's up to one of us to carry the
news back to the trench that the rupl
tng party Is on Its way. With this
Information It will be quite easy for
our boys to wipe them out But its
up to the rest of yis to stick out here,
! and if we go west we have done our
] duty in a noble cause. Corporal
French, you had better take the news
' back, because you are too valuable a
' man to sacrifice.'
"Frencb, under his breath, an
swere d:
».sir, rve 5een out since Mons, and
tb t s j s the first time that I've ever
been insuue,] by an officer. If this
patrol is going to click it. I'm going to
c ] lck lt too. If we come opt* of this
you can try me for disobedience of or
ders, but here I stick, and TU be
damned if I go in, officer or no offl
"Newall, In a voice husky with emo
ti on> a nswered :
"'French, It's men like you that
make jt possible for "our Little Island"
t0 withstand the world. You are a
true Eriton, and I'm proud of you.'
.. x was u op i ng that he would detail
me to go back> bu t he didn't. Header
son was plcke( j for the job. When
Henderson left Newall shook hands
ail around. I felt queer and lonely.
"You see, fellows, it was this way:
Henderson was to tell the men in the
trench that we had returned and that
it was all right for them to turn loose
on the raidinjf party with their rifle
and machine gunfire, without us click
i U g their fire. Leftenant Newall sure
was a lad, not 'arf he weren't
"That next twenty minutes of wait
Then, from out of the
blackness, over toward our trench,
rang that old familiar ' 'Alt, who goes
there?' We hugged the ground. We
j ng was b ell.
knew what was coming. Then, a vol
ley from our trench, and four 'type
writers' (machine guns) turned loose,
Bullets cracked right over our heads.
One hit the ground about a foot from
nie, ricocheted, and went moaning and
sighing over the German lines,
: "Leftenant Newall sobbed under'his
j breath :
" 'God, we're in direct line of our
I own lire. The trench-raiding party
must have circled us.'
"Our boys In our treDch sure were
doing themselves proud. The bullets
' were cracking and biting the ground
all «.round us.
! "in between our trench and our
party> curse8 ran g out in German as
; he Boches clicked the fire from tbe
English trench. Star shells were
8 „oo.lng into the air and dropping in
No Hub's land It was a great hut
terrl , lle g | gh t which met our eyes.
Fritz's raiding party was sure being
w i>)cd out
or ' flfleen dark forms, the rem
„ants of the German rulding party.
dashed pust us in the direction of the
German trench. We hugged
knew thut It would only be u few
It was our only cliunce.
seconds before Fritz turned loose.
we had legged It for our trench we
would have been wiped out by our
own tire. You see, our boys thought
we were safely In.
•Then, up went Fritz's stnr lights,
turning night Into day, and hell cut
I loose. Their bullets were snipping
j twigs from the hedge over our heads.
"Suddenly the fellow on my left r
Muct'nuley by name, emitted u mut
j fi,.,j groan, and started kicking the
ground ; then silence, lie had gone
A bullet through the napper, I
, There were now five of us
"hmblenly Leftenant Newall, In a
faint, choking voir«*, cxclnlmi-d :
" Thsy'vs
through the lung,' «ml then fainter—
Hee that—'
III« voice illed away. Pretty soon he
Tbe Geriugus
French ;
In eommniid.
•you re
«Inrieil moaning Inmlly.
must tin Vi' hoard these lilonne, bemuse
j they Imim'dlately turned their Oro on
Premdi called to met
I "'Honney, come here, my bid, our
officer lias rtleked It.'
! "I I'rnwled over to him.
silling on the grouml with thu leften
iiril's liea«l resting In hls lap, and was
getting out hl« first aid packet. I
tfdd him to g«t low or he would click
He wns
Ile answere«! :
h«n tloes a bloomin' lon«*e
tl lak«t nnlers from a hl«M»«ly prl
Yott tell the n-st of the hoys. If
leg It
they've not as yet gone west, t
Pack to our trench at, the double anil
get a stretcher, and you go with ito'tn.
This tail of ours lias got to get medical
un. and damm-d qti*ek, too, If we
want to stop this bleeding t
"Just then a German stnr shell Innd
matly light I rould se«- French
ul about Ion feet from us, nud In Its
w lilt«
silting like a bloomin'stntue, hls hninls
covered with blood, trying to make a
lounibiiiet out of a bnmlnge and hls
"I fold tho root to get In m 3 «et th«»
alone, silling on the ground, holding
lila dying ofllrer'a bend In hls lap. A
pretty plctur«», I call It. He sure was
a man, was French—with the bullets
cracking overhead and kleklug up the
illrl urouml him."
Just then Happy butted In with :
"Were you one of the men who went
In for Ihe stretcher?"
Ik.-y iiiis«ered: "Nous of your d— ,
They needed no
urging, nnd soon French was left there
business. If yon blokes want to hear
j utes?
this story through, don't interrupt."
Happy vouchsafed no answer.
"About ten minutes after the fellows
left for the stretcher, French got a bul
let through the left arm."
Sailor Bill interrupted here:
"How do you know it was ten min
Ikey blushed and answered :
"French told me when he got back
to the trench. You see, he carried the
officer back through that fire, be
cause the stretcher bearers took too
long In coming out."
I asked Ikey how Corporal French.
being wounded himself, could carry
Leftenant Newall In, because ' knew
Leftenant Newall to be a six-footer
and no lightweight. You see, he had
at one time been in command of my
; platoon at the training depot in Eng
Ikey answered :
i ..ITT ,, , i , . ..
"Well, you blokes give me the proper
, ' „
pip. and yon can all bloomin' weU go
i t0 ** ■" and he shut up like a clam.
Hungry Foxcroft got up and silently
withdrew from our circle. In about
ten minutes he returned, followed by
a tall, fair-haired corporal who wore
a little strip of gold braid on the left
j sleeve of his tunic, denoting that he
had been once wounded, and also wore
a little bine and red ribbon on the left
' breast of his tunic, the field Insignia of
; the Distinguished Conduct medal,
j Hungry, In triumph, brought him
1 Into our circle and handed him a fag.
I which he lighted in the flame from the j
! candle on the mess tin, and then Hun
gry Introduced him to us :
"Boys, I want you to meet Corporal
He shook hands with all the boys,
Ikey got red and was trying to ease
ont of the candle light, when Sailor

[i h
„ „ „
?hen Hungry Foxcroft carried on:
"French. I m going to ask you a
^ rsoD f Question and know
you 11 answer it How in h— did you.
hlt ln thc left arm ' bring Leftena nt
Newa11 bttck from tbat reconnoitering
Freach grew a UtUe red - and an '
8W * r '' d :
Holding Hls Dying Officer's Head.
Bill grabbed him by the tunic and held
"Well, you see, boys, It was this wax.
Honney and I stuck out there with
him, and, taking the slings from our
rifles, Honney made a sort of rope
which he put around my shoulder and
under the arm of the leftenant, and
Honney, getting the leftenunt by the
Bill, in hls Interest, had released hls
*>«* d on Honney's tunic and Honney
had disappeared.
Happy asked French If the leftenant
had <]l<*d In No Man's land.
legs, we managed to get him into the
trench. You know, I got a D. C. M. out
of the affulr, because I wus the cor
poral In charge. Damned unfair, I
call It, be«'ause they only handed Hon
I ney tin: Military medal, but If tbe true
faeta were known he was the bloke
who deserved, not a D. C. M., but a V.
■ C. (Victoria Cross)."
We all turned In Honney's direction.
Frtuirh, with tear» In his eyes, an
swered :
"No, but the poor lad went west
after we got him to the first-aid dress
lag «talion, and next day we buried
him In the little cemetery at Fromel
leu. He sure «lone Ills bit, all right,
blime me, and here I am. bloomin' well
swankin' with a ribbon on my chest."
and Honney.
Hut such I« the way In tho English
nrmy—the man who wins the medal al
saya that tho other fellow de
A dead silence fell on the crowd.
Each one of us was admiring the mod
esty of those two real men, French
served It.
And Germany la atlll wonderitig why
they cannot auiuah through the Eng
llsh lilies.
Cantsrbury*s Famous Ghost.
Of course, Canterbury cathedral has
IU ghosts. If rumor tie true tho ghost
of the munlered Thomas a Hecket Is
I erlialii ally to seen engaged In that
last deadly struggle of Ills with tbe
four miscreant knights at tbe foot of
the nllar ami groans anil oilier qin-er
uolses nre reputed to be heard on the
anniversary of his «.«»th. The crim«*
w as coii/iiilt I cd on Dei-eiubi'r 21*. 1170,
* ad «*»• «t«ln» « t bla blood are believed
1° 1° evldeoce; no umount of waah
oon's Meekly,
exercise anil development of thc pow
ora of the mind. There are two great
methmls by which thla end may be ao
conipllabed ; It may be done in «'he
halls of learning or In tbe conflicts of
life.—I'rluceton Be view.
lag fiver liAYiiifi cffMtü —Pwr
True Education.
Education Is not learning; It !» the
Nation Will Never Be Able to
Make Amends for Damage.
j innumerable Unexploded Shells Will
Make Cultivation Precarioui
Doubtful If Land Can Be
What must Germany pay for?
That question can be adequately an
swered only when it is remembered
J that Germany started the terrible con
flict in Europe for no reason other
i ... . . , ,
than that of conquest and loot; start
«atjsfv the selfish ambl
, of a st , m I h r>Ç( |., le for wor iJj
domlnat!on . Xhat [ s being admitted
t d , h f , , fr f th
aat l on ; It ^is admSbytUewho
i were ( i irectly responsible for the war
And it is because Germany started
this conflict for no reason other than
that of conquest and loot that Ger
many owes to the world full payment
for all the devastation which the war
has brought, not only in so far as she
can pay now, but in so far as she can
pay for generations yet to come.
Among the many, many sections of
Belgium and northern France that I
personally covered, following closely
on the heels of the retreating Hun
army, was that which lies between
what were the cities of Ypres and
Menln. approximately 20 miles apart,
Here, before the coding of the invad
ing Boche, was what was con
the most productive soil of the world,
and the most Intensely cultivated.
Here in a number of farm villages
lived the Belgian peasant families,
happy, thrifty people, each family cul
*ivating the small fields which it
No fences separated these
fields, no hedges cut them «ff from the
• m
V-, T«'
u Pfhi

■yf -,
.4- *' Cm
i -V
Ground Pulverized by
roadways, and the families that culti
vated the fields lived not on the little
farms but ln closely built villages of
from 100 to 500 people each.
Devastation Is Complete.
It Is hard to realize today that these
villages ever existed, tbat the land
along this long, straight road was ever
cultivated, ever produced foodstuffs
for n people. In fact, it is hard to
realize todny that this was ever an In
habited country.
« if these peaceful villages, the living
pluces of these farm people, there Is
| no trace left. There are not even piles
of debris, of broken brick und stone
and lumber, to mark the spots where
| they st«>o«l. There Is no single thing
j by which the returning peasants, wear»
lly dragging themselves back to that
J spot which had been home to them and
to their ancestors for almost countless
generations, can murk Tie place where
not only their borne but their village
had stood.
wearied ty four long y«>nrs of exile,
stand betide thla rood and guz.- long
I Ingly over the devaatated landscape,
In nn i'ffnrt to lomt«* *om<» fnnilllnr ol>
that would remind them or the|
had known ull their 11%'«*«,
I have seen old men and women.
spot the
und then turn away with tears on their
eheeka beenuae they rould not find
small object tbat would tell
tho on!> homes,
«•»•« ii »n»
them of the hum«
they had known.
It was German ambition, German
cruelty, German lust, German wanton
Geruinn brutality, that were the
cause of the destruction of these
homes, of the agonies of a peaceful,
thrifty people.
What can possibly compensate these 1
oule for their loss, for the misery |
they have suffered and must still suf
fer, for tbe homes and the associations ,
(hat are gone forever? No, Germany
can never pny In full, but she can con
tlnue to pa.v und pny and pay until
there has be»»n br«»d out of tho German ,
people that desire for war, that love
of conquest, that brutality, thnt It has j
taken centuries, almost, to breed Into
them, ami which has resulted In laylug j
>i whole world waste.
In all that 20 miles between Ypres *
] and Alenin, on both sides of that long,
I straight road, I am sure I did not see
one square foot of soil that was not
a part of a shell crater. What had
once been the richest soil of the
i r r \l 18 !°?, ay
by the shells that fell upon it be
cause Germany sought world domina
tion. This soil has been destroyed by
countless thousands of shells falling
actually one upon another, each dig
ging deeper into the earth until the
very subsoil has been turned over and
the land made worthless for cultiva
tion for years to come, if indeed it can
ever be reclaimed.
Unexploded Shells Buried in Soil.
There lie today on the surface of
this land many thousands of unex
ploded shells, and there are buried in
the soli many, many thousands more,
each one of them a menace to any
farmer who attempts to put a plow
into the soil in an effort to reclaim it.
And this land Is destroyed, as the
homes were destroyed, because of Ger
man ambition, of German cruelty, of
German last, of German wantonness
and German brutality.
Who is to pay for it? Who is to
risk destruction that It may again be
put into condition for cultivation, that
it may serve the purposes of the hu
man race? Shall the peaceful Belgian
peasants, who had no part in the start
ing of this conflict, suffer their loss
without compensation? Shall these
peasants who lia ve endured more than
four long years of homeless agonies,
who have suffered not alone the loss
of homes and land but the loss of
relatives and friends as well, be the
ones to risk destruction in the effort
to again bring these lands back to a
condition where cultivation is possi
ble? Shall they be blown to bits by
the bursting of these shells, hidden as
they are beneath the surface of the
ground, when the plow strikes and ex
plodes them? If undisturbed, those
shells continue to be a menace for
years to come, but who are to risk
their lives 1 r removing them?
Could the American people gener
ally, and especially the American farm
ers, have seen the sights I have seen
Bursting of Big Shells.
along this long, straight road between
Ypres And Menln, they would say, as
I say, It Is the German who must pay ;
It is the German who must risk de
struction In the effort to put this land
again Into condition for cultivation.
I believe that one condition of the
peace treaty should be that Germany,
either as one natlon.*or proportionately
from the several small nations that
may be formed out of the German em
pire, should call its military classes to
the colors each year as it has done ln
the past : but In place of putting guns
Into the hnnds of these men. and train
ing them for the purposes of war—a
war of conquest—that It should put
these men Into the territories she has
devastated, to reclaim the soli and to
rebuild the villages, tbe towns and
cities the Huns have destroyed. Let
these Germans, under guard of Bei
ginn troops, take the risk of destruo
tlon ; let them guide the plow that xnr
strike the unexplored shell, and let
Germany pay them the m«>ag«»r wagen
of the German soldier while they are
doing this.
Xhnt wouW b e the nearest thing to
nQ iccoU nting that Germany can ren
# j pp t ^ e wor |^j f shouhi »pay
Should Pay sod Pay and Pay.
all that It is humanly possible for a
p«»op!e to pay u J .io have ao ruthlessly
«b'siMilled the world. Her people should
pity, and pay, and pay, until they have
learned beyond the shadow of a doubt
that war for the purjmae of conquest,
for the purpose of loot, for the grati
fication of selfish ambitions, la the
most unprofitable business they could
possibly engage In.
And remember that the devastation
to be seen nlmig the road from Ypres
to Menln Is but an example of nil the
terrible destruction to be found
Belgium' and northern
Frnnce and Serbia and other countries
thnt have been overrun by th«» con
quest-seeking nrmles of the BocIip.
Anil remember, too. thnt It Is not alone
th-.» <l«»vnsintlon thnt Is to be paid for,
but It Is the work and the tears and
the economic loss of every nation that
was called Into tbe struggle to defeat
die selfish purposes of a selfish peo
pie, that the world might be a decent
place In whii^i tree men might Uva.
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