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WAR® BARES AND DOS HOUSES
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What was begun hastily as a war of
autocrrcy is not unlikely to end as a
war of revolution, with thrones crumbl
ing and dynasties in exile. Civilization
cannot rest at the mercy of despotism,
and the welfare of mankind is not to be
made the plaything of autocracy.
—N. Y. World
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| Instruction in Waltz, Two
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STATIONERY, CANDIES
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I Large Circulating Library.
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All kinds of repair work done on
Ladies and Gents suits, Under
wear and so forth Ladies’ fur
coats for sale.
Next to Peoples’ Store
Leyroy Tozier is said to be very anx
ious as to who should be Clerk Like
Grape Nuts “There’s a Reason! ’’
“Man’s inhumanity to man makes
countless thousands mourn.”
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Joke Der Kaiser
Two men were having lunch together
and therefore were talking about the
war.
“If the Germans lose,” saip the nov
elist (who had a ready knowledge of
history), "they ought to pick out a nice
comfortable St. Helena for the Emper
or.”
“What I’d like,” said the painter,
“is to see him established in a nice com
fortable shop on the avenue with veget
ables out in front and buttfcr in the ice
box and a big sign over the door:
WIEHEEM DER GROCER.—Ex.
It is said that Dan Callahan, not sat
isfied with his defeat when he presumed
to run for senator, intends to run for
the council again. Perpetual motion!
THE SONG OF THE
DYING
The wounded German drank from the
bottle offered by the Frenchman as
they lay on the field.
—-News Dispatch.
By the rusted swords of our fathers,
By the fields where the valiant bled,
By the tears of the earlv-widowed,
We swore to avenge our dead.
By the anguish that knows no comfort,
By the breaking hearts and the pain,
We plighted our troth to the sabre,
We drained a toast to the slain.
They called and we left the harvest
To the sweep of an alien scythe;
We cut our ties to the fireside,
For the plains where the wounded
writhe
Was there aught of the fearfnl parting,
One jot of the sorrow and woe,
A twist of the severed heart-strings,
A grief that we did not know ?
We’ve seen the eyes of our children
As they filled in the last embrace;
Through our dreams in the darkened
trenches
We’ve looked on a streaming face.
At the hail of the seugaing bullets,
At the shock of the blood-stained field,
We’ve known what it was to falter,
We’ve cursed the command to y*eld.
With the fierce blood-thirst of the sav
age
And the maddening lust to kill,
We’ve entered the death-mined valley,
We’ve ylounted the shell-swept hill.
But the joy of the clashing sabers
And the thrill of the fight is fled.
Your hand, for the mists are falling,
And we sleep to-night with the dead.
Your hand, may we bear no malice,
L,et kings and emperors hate;
We followed our ensigns to glory,
And shared but the common fate.
They’ve builded their thrones on our
corpses
Since ever the world began.
They've lifted their towers to Mammon
And lowered the temple to Man.
We’ve fought for their crowns and
scepters,
We’ve died that* their heirs might live,
Our wounds were the motes In the sun
shine,
For we had a life to give.
The blood of a thousand thousand
Was shed in the stroke of a pen;
At their nod we were slaves in living,
But they let us die like Men.
William Wright.
It appears as though the progressive
party is dead. The men ol the progress
ive party divorced themselves from the
Republican party, and now, the pro
gressives are crawling back to “stand
pat’’ Republicanism.
If you are a worker you need
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Fairbanks Alaska
The emancipation of the working
class must be the class-conscious work
of the working class.—KARL MARX.
VOLTAIRE
By CLARENCE DARROW
Voltaire was born in Paris in 1694. At
that time, Louis XIV was on the throne
in France. Through long years of -pro
fligacy and dissipation the lords and
rulers of France had reduced the coun
try to poverty and the people to slavery
and superstition. France was nobbing
but the king and the favorites of the
court. Noblemen, priests, and women
of easy virtue were the rulers, and the
people lived only to furnish them
amusement and dissipation. Everyone
believed in miracles, witchcraft and re
vealed religion. They not only believed
in old miracles, but the miracles must
be very old.
Doctors plied their trade thru sorcery
and sacred charms. Lawyers helped to
keep the poor in subjection; the crimin
al code was long, cruel and deadly. The
priest, the doctor, aud the lawyer lived
for the rich and helped make slaves of
the poor. Doctors still believe in sorery
but they administer their faith cures
thru a bottle instead of thru vulgar
witchcraft, lawyers still keep the poor
in their place by jails and barbarous
laws, but the criminal code is shorter
and less severe.
When Voltaire was born all sorts of
heresies were punishable by death. If
any one dared to write a pamphlet or
book that questioned any part of the ac
cepted faith, the bcok was at once con
signed to the flames and the author was
lucky if he did not meet the same tale.
Religion was not maintained by the pre
cepts of the priest, but by the prison,
the torture chamber and the fagot.
Everyone believed, no one questioned.
The religious creeds, while strict and
barbarous, did not interfere with the
personal conduct of any of the rulers.
They were left free to act as they
pleased, se long as they professed to
believe in the prevailing faith.
France was on the verge of bank
ruptcy. Her possessions were dwindling
away. There wa® glitter and show and
extravagance on the outside; poverty,
degradation, and ignorance beneath. It
was in this state and at that time that
Voltaire was born.. He was a puny child
whom no one thought would live. The
priest was called in immediately that be
might be baptized so his soul would be
saved. They were sure his body would
quickly die.
Voltaire’s father was a notary of med
iocre talents and some property, but bis
name w'ould have been lost, excepting
for his brilliant son. His mother was
his mother, and that was all. In his
writings, the most voluminous ever left
by any author, he scarcely mentions his
mother a hall a dozen times. He bad a
brother and sister whose names have
only been rescued from oblivion by the
lustre of Voltaire. No one can find in
any of his ancestors ©r kin, any justific
ation for the genins of Voltaire.
It is hardly necessary to sum up Vol
taire. Born in a day of gross supersti
tion, brutal barbarism, the densest big
otry and faith, he wrote his first play at
the age of eighteen, anl finished his
last just before his death at eighty-four.
During all this sixty-six years he work
ed unceasingly, dealing telling, deadly
blows at the superstitions which held
the minds of men. He died on the morn
ing of the French revolution which
more than any other man Votaire in
spired. Had he lived a few years longer
most likely Voltaire would have died cn
the guillotine with many other victims
of that delirious spasm of liberty that
burned through France and prepared
.the soil for a civilization and tolerance
far greater than the w or Id had ever
known.
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