Arizona republican., 1918-09-22
Twenty Ninth InstaIIment Chapter VIII (Continuedl

"SHtJ NlTtn inStdlIment
 Chapter VIII (Continued)
 We realized that behind the curtain Tn Germany a despotic will, scientifi- | caliy guided, is controlling the food, the | the assembling of men and | materials for this war. But on this slde or the German curtain, at the | front which we knew, a democratic | purpose is doing these things. The view | or that democratic purpose at work. to me at least, was my chief trophy of the | war. The laws which make food con- serVatlon possible, which direct ship | ping, mobilize railroads, control indus try, regulate wages, prescribe many of the habits of life to fit the war, all rise out ot the experience of the people. Inere IS vast amount of the "consent of the governed in this whole war game, so far as the Allies are con- cerned. And as it is in democratic if nance, so also is it in the taste and tal- ent and capacity for war. That also is democratic. What a wide range of lu- man activity is massed in this business of war.
 Cimetrograph of Democracy
 For days and days after we left the continent. in our minds we could see armies moving into the trenches some where along the far flung battle line" ana other armies moving out The pie ture haunted us. It seemed to me a cinematograph of democracy For the change of an army division from the trenches tired, worn and bedraggled moving wearily to it's station of, rest with another army division, fresh and eager, moving up from it's station of rest to the front, is indeed a social miracle. It is a fine bit of human ma. chlnery. So in terms of our modern democracy it may be well to review the interminable panorama of this demo- cratic war. Fifty years ago it would have been a memorable achievement Waterloo itself was not such a miracle. Yet somewhere in this war, this won der is done every day and no record is made of it. Imagine hundreds of miles of wide, white roads, hard surfaced and graded for the war, leading to sector of the line To make and keep these roads, itself is a masters job.
 The Panorama of War
 Imagine the roads filled all day with two long lines of trucks, passing and repassing; one line carrying it's guns and camp outfit, it's whole parapherna- lia of war, going to the battle front in the hills another never -ceasing pro- ceSsiOn with it's martial impedimenta coming out of the hills to rest. A few horses hauling big gun carriages struggle through the dust. Here and there, but rarely, is group of march | ing men-generally men singing as they march. Occasionally a troop of German prisoners marching with the goose step, comes swinging along car rying their shovels at a martial angle 1 road menders-Which proves that we are more than thirty kilos from the fiI- | ing line; now and then camp kitchen | rattleS past. But ever in ones ears is the rich rumble of trucks, recalling the voluptuous sound of the circus wagon on the village street. But always there are two great circus parades. one going up, one coming down. Laundering | trucks larger than city house-moving vans whirl by in dust clouds; long-in- terminably long-lines of these trucks creak, groan and rumble by. Some of 1 the trucks are mySteriously non-com- initial as to their contents-again re- producing the impression of the circus parade. Probably they hide nothing more terrible than tents or portable ice plants. But most of the trucks that go | growing up and come snarling down | the great white roads, bear men; sing ing men, sleeping men, cheering men, unShaVed men, natty men, eating men, smoking men, old men and young men, but always cheerful men-private sol diers hurrying about the business of war; to their trenches or from their trenches, but always cheerful. Some times a staff officers car, properly caparisoned, shuttles through the line like flashing needle; sometimes car full of young officers of the line tries to nose ahead of the men of the regi- ment, but rather meekly do these youngsters try to sneak their adVan- = tage, as one swiping an apple; no grea; special privilege is theirs. Interminable lines of truck mounted guns rattle along, each great gun festively named as for instance. The Siren" or Baby or The Peach" or "The Cooing Dove. Curious snaky looking objects all GOV cred with wiggly camouflage-somt artists pride-are these guns, and back of them or in front of them and around them, clank huge empty ammunition wagons going out, or heavy ones com ing in. At short intervals along the road are repair furnaces, and neal them a truck or gun carriage, or al ambulance that has turned out fol slight repairs. In the village are grea stores of gasoline and rubber, hug' | magic for the hours urgent need.
 Marvel of Organization
 What a marvel of organization it is no confusion, no distraught men, n' human voice raised except in ribal, song. From the ends of the earth hav' come all these men, all these munitions l. all this food and tents and iron an' steel and rubber and gas and oil. An there it centers for the hour of its nee' on this one small sector of the front indeed on every small sector of tn long, long trail, these impedimenta C war come hurrying to their deadi
 work. And it is not one man; not on nation even, not one race, nor even on race kindred that is assembling thi endless caravan of v-"r. It IS a Splrl that is calling from the vasty deep c this worlds treasure, unto matera things to rise, take shape and gathe at this tryst with death. It is tn spirit of democracy calling across tn world. The supreme councils of tn
 Allies-what are they? They chang' form and reform. Generals. field mar tshals, staff officers in gold lace, cabi
 nets, presidents, puppet kings, and Go kknoWs what of those who struts for
 little time in their pomp of place an
 power-what are they but points o
 the great machine whose power is til
 people of the world, struggling in pro
 test against despotism, privilege, au
 tocracy and the pretence of the few
 play greedily at the master game. TT
 points break off. or are worn off-wha
 difference does it make?
 Mere Drill Points
 Joffre, French, Cardorna. Neville, .Ns
 quth, Painleve, Kitchener. Haig-tf
 drill never ceases; the power behind
 never falters. For once in the world ti
 spirit of democracy is organized; ol
 ganized across lines of race, of lar
 guage. of national boundary! A scol