Newport daily independent., 1918-08-14

| eyes III an uneartnly panorama or encouraged lust. Villages burning everywhere, the streets strewn with tth viciously flung bodies of the helpless inhabitants. From a house before you comes the terrific shrieks of a young girl who is being outrag ed. Suddenly the door of this house is burst open and an old man is hurled into the street. 1t is the grandfather of the girl whose screams make your blood run cold. He is seventy-five years old and has gone to her rescue. As the forceful- | ly impelled body of that courageous old gentleman strikes on the cobble stones the crowd of half-drunk sol diers, on whose belts you see in scribed "Gott is with us," begin jumping in fiendish glee upon him. 1 Their heavy hob-nailed marching boots quickly reduce his frail old body to a battered, bloody mass.
 No, MT. American, these are not |
 hallucinations of your own imagina- tion. They are actual sights made hideously clear by burning buildings which are being wantonly destroyed. Then you see load of straw on a l quaint two-wheeled cart coming down the street. It is stopped. Oil 1 is thrown over it, and in it's highly inflamable state the willing hands of the Huns throw it into a cellar where large number of women and children have taken refuge. And then, merciful God, a laughing sol- dier of Wilhelm, the Brute of Berlin, scratches German-made match and one more absolutely inhuman atroc- ity has blotched the historical page of couple of nations whose thin veneer of civilization has been scrap ed away in a war that is but a few days old Where? We'll, the name ], of the town was Charleroi.
 And from up the street came the sound of outraged music from stolen gramophones, accordions and a plan ola. The officers were singing. A musical entertainment in celebra- tion of victory.
 Before the war, musical instru- ments, gamophone motors, player 1 pianos: yes, we bought lot of them from these twin nations of ra- i pine After the war? In the name of the angels who sing saddened music in heaven as they look down upon music outraged, no more musi- cal instruments from Germany and Austria. Stop it, MT. Buyer. Stop it for all time. We have the right to expect it of you.
 1 You may well dread to go on read ing this, but the straight, plain, hor- rible truths that have come to us fully verified have been kept out of print long enough. It is high time all our people knew of them.
 1 At Merlant the soldiers of Germa- ny amused themselves as might the archfiends of Hell. Their last act in the neighboring village of Etre'py was to club to death an old woman 83 years of age. That particular group of soldiers seemed to be pos sessed of an inhuman desire to kill old people. They signalized their arrival in Merlant by tying an old man of seventy to the tail of horse which they beat into frenzy of ter TOT before they turned it loose to drag the old man to his death.
 l And the barbed wire of No Mans Land separated us from those sol diers. Over two hundred miles of such entanglements on the western front. Recently the kaiser's factories put out new wire containing lot more carbon than had been previous ly used in the manufacture of such product. There wasn't a single-hand- ed plier in the American army that would cut it. Word of the improve ment came to us in America with samples of the wire our Sammies had obtained with bolt cutters. The problem was put up to twenty-six pa triotic plier manufacturers who met in New York with well-known young army officer. Every manu- facturer present threw his patents on the table and said to the others, Help Yourselves" One week later those plier manufacturers met again and brought with them five Ameri- can made single-handed pliers that cut the Germans new wire with ease. The answers are beginning to come in, and those far-flung entangle- ments are going to be cut just as surely as the ever-increasing forces of f,oa &~ L