Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1917-09-05
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(Atlanta Georgian.)
A correspondent writing to tho
Georgian says he thinks there Is in
teresttng subject matter for an edl-
torial IN the following:
'An Australian digs up a Stone Age
axe in making a trench, thus bring.
ing home the fact that we have not
advanced since the Stone Age, but
are still slaughtering each other in
the same old prehistoric way.
THE only difference is that they
knocked each other on the head with
sharp rock. while we have perfect
cd destructive methods to such an OK
tent that we arc now able to blow
each other up with dynamite, bore
each other through and through with
bullets, asphyxiate each other with
poisonous gases, etc. Civilization
has not much to It's credit after ALL"
The book Of mans history opens,
at the first page--half million years
ago-and out comes the wild beast
saying to us, 81 am your brother"
You must see the resemblance
Everybody is familiar with that
picture of the man from New Zea-
land, standing on the ruins Of Lon
don Bridge, looking at tho wreck Of
the worlds greatest city.
That was only imagination, but It
Is history. Who would have thought
four years ago that soon We would
be reading Of an Australian fighting
IN France, sent all the way from tho
bottom Of the world to help in tho
worlds most gigantic game OF mur-
der.
Who would have believed that mill
lions Of men of France, the most civ.
illzed of the worlds nations, would
be devoted to murder In this period.
Well may the man OF the Stone
! Age, who drank human blood out Of
skull, cracked his neighbor's thigh
bone and ate the marrow, feel that
this Is his day come back again.
He might walk over the earth's
battletlelds, wonder at tho hairless
faces all covered with blood, and
the delicate hands. 30 different from
| his, gripping the murder machines,
and exclaim, "This is perfection.
These are able men; this Is what
dream med, but could not do"
Fortunately the friend whose let
ter we quote takes too sad a view of
conditions.
Civilization has MUCH to It's
credit, and our friend realizes It. for
he has helped IN civiliaattcn's build.
Ing,
This war does not cypress the wish
or nature Of the peoples. but the bru,
tality of individual rulers, the survi-
val OF the killing mania that goes
with the mania for power and glory.
| When men are cast adrift on a raft,
you read sometimes that they eat
each others bodies. But you do not
say eve are all still .cannibals." You
say that peculiar conditions revived
cannibalism in those miserable, half
starved and crazy men.
When you see the world engaged
In game Of murder, you do not say
that civilization has not advanced be-
yond the Stone Age. You say that
nations have not advanced beyond
control by autocratic, murderous in
diyiduals.
The race, the will of the people, is
more civilized, more gentle, in spite
Of the horrible work that 1t Is doing.
The barbarian has come out Of the
book. The first bloody page of his
tory Is open, and we look into it. But
1t will be closed, the barbarian driven
back, and that part OF history will be
ended forever.
We truly believe that never again
on this earth will there be war of
nations, struggling to see which shall
shed the most blood.