The daily Nome industrial worker., 1916-04-01

l asked him to spare him. But she wcs possessed of the devil and booze and illusion and placing her feet against his side grabbed his arm, and. pulled it from the shoulder. The rest did the same, and they trooped down to the city with legs and arms and pieces of flesh as trophies, Agave herself, thinking she has lions head brought her sons dela- plated features along.
 | Then arriving home and getting sobered she perceives that the head is not indeed lions head, but the head of her poor son.
 The came the reaction:
 'I am no more the Moenad danc- ing blithely, but the feeble, fond and desolate mother. know and see-knowledge best unknown, sight best unseen-mine only son! whose beauteous limbs within my womb l bore; whose head slept upon my lap; whose lips drained my bosom s swelling font; hands that loved to fOndle me; feet that so lightly ran to me; form that men wondered to behold and all admirably my own hands, murderous ana sacrllegious, torn, rent asunder, scattered. cast abroad. o thou hard God was there no other way to visit us. Or, if the son must die, must it be his mother 8 hand--if a mother has been impious. must she atone by killing her only child?" . There's some tragedy for you. But isn't it true that it applies to this war. Who have been loudest in call ing upon the young men to give Who have been believing that they were fighting wild beasts or savage Huns in doing SO? Who have been tirelessly branding with cowardice those who refused to regard this a righteous war but the women, and now when they mourn in the srav- ity of it all, what. consolation is there except the poor melancholy Of an Agave, when she lamentet her act in the destruction of her son?
 In the days of Euripides, too. they blamed it upon the Gods. When men and women gave way to frenzy of illusion and committed mad acts, they felt that they were not them selves and that it must b. the i'm nor al gods who inspired their acts. Euripides took these fancies ana without making known his object uncovered the folly of such belief. He was befOre his time, ann had to be careful that he didn't offend the religious sensih;ities of hs people But as one commentator has said the whole attitude of Euripides in his plays will be misunderstood, it his pagan infidenity is not realized.
 We haven't advanced an inch [ tist. We still blame it upon the gods. How else can we explain the monstrous condition when kind, anu tender hearted and loving women send their sons in each of the na- tions to be sacrifice to the war: They believe that they are doing d noble duty and effecting a splendid work in sacrificing their children to their country and they are de- lending themselves against Russian hordes or Hunnish barbarism, de- lending their culture against the beasts who would destroy it-they are merely shedding the blood ol their children to an impassioneu illusion. monstrous and vile anl terrible and infinitely tragic.
 Shaw certainly is unique figure in this war. Coldly and critically he has placed his finger upon the facts of the case, and been unswayed by the madness of militarism in a world madly militaristic. His words in this crisis have been sobere1 words and his ideas full of comlnor sense That he has now and then given way to whet seems facetious bitterness is not by any means to be wondered at. Men will listen to language like that when more earn est talk embodying the same facts, will cause the speaker to be hooteo off the stage.
 Shaw has never been at loss on