The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1917-11-06
ave Are Face TO Face With An En-
envy Whose Motto Is No
Mercy Prevails"

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From The Philadelphia Ledger:
Dressed in the picturesque Highland
costume, his knees showing bare
above thick knit pepper and salt
hose, in black Scotch brogans and
wearing the plaid OF the Mcleod
clan, Harry Lauder reached down
into the hearts Of thousands yester-
day and touched the wellsprings OF
sympathy and laughter. He made an
address at the Metropolitan opera
the auspices Of the National War
Work council. Young Mems Christian
Association.
The stocky scotchman, recently re-
turned from a visit to the boys in
the trenches where not long ago
since his own son fought and died,
was in serious mood; he had not his
familiar crooked stick, nor did he
sing that funny song about 'gettin'
up In the mawrnin' but he did
sing, to organ accompaniment, an
old ballad, THE Children's Home"
and afterward, in a clear firm voice,
the old favorite, Rocked in the
Cradle of the Deep"
Applause browns Remarks.
Before the war 1 might say we
were leading a selfish old life; in
fact one-half of US ate so much that
we absolutely cared neither for God
nor man." Lauder began. He spoke
slowly, often repeating his sentences,
so frequently were they drowned in
the applause. He continued: 1--WE
are face to face with an enemy whose
motto is, No mercy prevails
Somebody began heckling Lauder
from the balcony. Lauder stopped
and looked up. Don't get excited,
people. He'll soon get downstairs"
he said While the man was escort
ed from the house the Scotsman re-
sumed, his auditors still laughing.
I'VE ought not to laugh at him;
give him our sympathy" he said.
There were no more Interruptions
after this, save occasional outbursts
of laughter or that subdued murmur
Of horror as Lauder talked on, some
times softly and slowly and again
rising to loud-voiced oratory. Then
he cried out, during recital of
conversation he had had with his
son, about German cruelty: 81 am
here to tell you the truth today: you
must believe me. / am fearless. /
know what l saw to be the truth"
Here Lauder stepped back, braced
his short, sturdy figure firmly, while
the audience paused in its cheering.
Il tell you I am fearless" he cried.
II am not on the theatrical stage
now; I am not propaganda, am
not a politician; I speak the truth. l
tell you people the truth must stand"
And the cheering and applause shook
the structure of the opera house.
Tells of Talks With His Son.
Lauder bent forward. when my
son was home" he said softly, "he
and l had a good quiet talk together,
smokin, our pipes by the fireside.. I
said, Son, how do you like going
back? He said he didn't mind, but
he said. They're cruel, those Ger
mans I said, Come, son. tell me
about EN- And he spoke of sold
Ter who had been caught desertin'
German trench. The officer caught
him. He drew his saber, cut off one
Of his legs and said. Now run, you
swine
my son didn't like to tell me those
tales. Come, son, tell me more ]
asked him. He told me Of a charge
made by the Argyle Highlanders and
the Sutherlands and the famous old
Black Watch; they stripped them
naked and made them stand at at
tention, all through the cold dismal
anu uC16 LlI6 1udICAACST. was
tense, eyes were on the speaker; he
dropped his head, and coming to-
ward the lights. said: "You know.
people, what they did. When the
dawn came. lighting UP the heavens.
they said to the men, Now go, you
Scotch swine and the men started
across No Mans Land. They got
half way. when the machine-gun fire
moved them down, every man or
them. My son said that was enough,
and he told me no more.
Il saw a fellow, his face battered
mp, lying in a hospital. Tell me,
man, howd'e get that way?' The
soldier said he had found a fountain
pen in a German dugout and had
carried it back as a souvenir. He
was going to write to his mother,
telling her his escapade. You will
believe me, friends, that when this
man unscrewed the top Of the pen,
1t exploded and blew part Of his face
away. All. could tell you hundreds
like that"
1.-THE World Is On Fire!"
'The world is on fret" cried
Lauder IT tell you people it must be
flow your Golfers with money and
you Americans are going to need
them all. We fight a different fight |
than the Germans. The Huns, the |
Germans, the Boches fight a differ |
ent fight; the kaiser is their god"
Treat me seriously for once" he |
said. You are my brothers, you |
know you are. That terrible war, be- |
tween England and America-oh, my, |