The Pulaskian., 1919-06-27
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 Work Of Fiends.
 The members of our party shud- dered as We gazed on the spectacle of this ruined city. Could this be the work of men or of fiends? Can such wounds be healed? Can the Germans who inflicted this destruction ever ob- tain forgiveness?
 Te those in America whose only in- terest In war has been a desire to get over here before everything is all cleaned up." I can send the message that they need not fret if they are delayed year or two. Their chil- dren's children will still look upon the ruins of invaded France.
 With the sun of spring but a few days old, it already begins to smell bad in western Belgium and north eastern France. Bones os men and horses are all about unburied. Great K-'N' VI dIlu 1Iu6S OI trenches lie just as if the troops had marched away yesterday. No prog ress has been made Tn the restora- ton of homes, factories or stores.
 Mile after mile we sped through wrecked towns and villages in which civilian residents are just being per mitted to return.
 Vicious Dissertation.
 We stopped at once famous coun- try villa. The beautiful home had been occupied by German officers. When we went from room to room and found filthy pictures and obscene poems scrubbed and serawled upon the walls, when we found priceless tapestries with spikes deliberately driven through them, when we found statuary deliberately knocked about with rifle butts and everything mov, able carried away. we wondered what sort of men had dwelt therein.
 Just as it seemed our hearts could stand no more, we came upon a little group of laughing, kissing country folks-one of our party caught enough of the conversation to learn that man. ma goat had just successfully increas- ed the population with q baby goat and France could even smile with so little assistance.
 We returned with increased admi- ration ef the French nation and a greater appreciation of the hardships that had been endured so heroically.
 Martyrdom of France.
 No more pregnant emotion can grip the human soul than those inspired by the scene we had beheld. Here men fought for empire and left their mark on nature. These ruined villages, this tortured earth, this awful desolation stretching for miles in every direc- tion-unite in showing what men will do when they put on the livery of i'm perial militarism.
 We know now what France has suffered, and we know that all she has lost is a loss to the whole world. Her awful martyrdom, her heroic endur- ance, her indomitable fortitade cry aloud from these heaps of stone which were once peaceful homes or the cen ters of industrial prosperity. now stilled for a brief time only. In this war the spirit of evil sat upon the throne and sent his slaves to chal- lenge civilization. In the providence of God the end was certain. That end we saw on the battlefield, for there despotism died and the new justice for France and for the cause of right was born.
 We returned to Paris through Cha teau Thierry with the conviction that not tenth of the devastation. de- struction and footing has ever been told or ever can be.
 I have since read the peace terms with a new understanding and I do not wonder at their severity.