Bisbee daily review., 1918-11-22
EMBLEMS OF DEATH FOR TOYS

 today-Associated Press.
 Toys! For whom2 For the innocents carried down when the "Lusitania sank? For those tear-eyed Belgian children who stretch forth little arms from which the hands were struck off by the swords of German officersa For those French boys and girls with pitiful, sightless eyes? For those whose little bodies rest in the church. yards of Italy, that died in pain from pois- oned Hun candy For those other chil- dren slowly starved to death in Poland or massacred in Armenia?
 Toys1 Toys made by Huns to whom innocence and childhood are but toys to play with and then crushed and broken? Toys whose very contact contaminates and leaves upon the touch of babyhood invis- ible clots of blood2 As well bring a dead ly serpent into the home to spew its venom on the cradle. Why shall we befoul and faint the purity of American childhood with reminder of the fiendish treatment the Huns have gloried in ever since that fateful August of 1914? Can one even look upon Noah's Ark Made in Ger many" and put from his mind those hun dreds of helpless innocents whose siiken locks are twined with seaweed? Can one hold German doll in her arms and for get the thousands dead from famine who once made glad mother arms? Can boy find delight in the contortions of a mechanical Hun clown and forget those brave young men who writhed in agony when cruficied on castle walls by these same Huns? Can ball colored with the red of Huns fail to suggest the flame from bursting grenades hurled by arms uplifted in the attitude of "kamerad'?
 Let those who would invite fearsome ghosts into the home to hover round the Christmas tree, buy German toys. If one would hang the boughs with evil omens, and bid the wall of agonized spirits float through the branches and fan the flicker ing flame of candles, let him buy German toys Let those who can, make merry with the product of those very hands which even at this moment are eagerly filling shells with poison gases and deadly flames and hurling them against our own fresh and blood.
 And what of the merchant who, for sord- i'd gain would barter these souvenirs of a loathsome nation and insult the loyalty ot lisping lips? What could more delight the cunning Hun, what more quickly bring the sneering smile to cruel faces, or gladden. hearts, or encourage him to hope that even now we tolerate his brutality and welcome what he wants to sell2 If now, when as a nation we are in universal condemnation of Hunism, yet do we hold out our hands to accept his works, what will he think and with what measure shall he estimate the sincerity of our expressions of repugnance and horror at what he has done since the sun rose this morning? What mitigation can we claim in the thought that America was not yet overseas when these trinkets were fashioneda Even while the gaudy paint was yet fresh upon these trinkets were Belgian girls being dragged into slav- cry worse than death.
 We do not lack for toys; toys by train loads made in American factories, by hands which are clean; toys also by carloads made by our ally in Japan, where childhood IS sacred, and love, not hate, is taught at mothers breasts. Even were there none, far better our boys and girls should go without them than find pleasure in the handiwork of nation which made pub lie holiday to celebrate the loss of the 'Lus- itania'' and which in these latter days is steeped in the glory of monstrosities. Could our little men who sacrifice many a childish pleasure to buy war stamps and contribute pennies to the Red Cross, and our little mothers who knit so patiently with hands that can barely hold the needles would one of these knowingly find any pleasure in any toy Made in Germany !