The Wrangell sentinel., 1920-02-19


 time to prove it is now.
 Our Comparative Plenty.
 In our house things are well. We have been saved the devastation of war. Our acres are ample, our yield has been plentiful. We have an abun. dance of material Our man power has only been lightly touched by the war. It Is true that we gave nearly seventy thousand lives that the Prus- sians might not pass; that autocracy might not shackle the world. It was our best blood. Europe gave for four years, and she gave of her youth un- til her man power was almost ex- hausted.
 We cannot sacrifice Europe with. out being sacrificed If Europe falls America will totter. The storm of un- rest that rocks Europe to ruin will shake America. We must work and give-loan, if you please.
 The heart of labor is warm. Its sympathy is born of suffering. The gospel of the brotherhood of man Is the message that labor has always taught. I am sure that if could pie ture the poverty of the children and women and men of Europe-if could only make people see what have seen In Europe, our differences would seem trivial by comparison with their suf- ferings. Men would will to work and find joy in the working. What greater fn than working to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to comfort the lowly?
 If the heart of capital is stone and cannot feel the message which comes over the seas, let labor show that It's heart is humane and that 1t will suffer injustice, If need be, little longer to save flesh and blood. brother and sis- ter workers, on the other side of the ocean. It's crime against God and man to stop production at this mo- ment-and extravaganza n this hour is greater immortality than prostitu- ton.
 did not stop with the gathering of figures. because I knew that while figures are important they frequently fail to tell the full truth. Official re- ports and statistics, granting that they are accurate. are at best only photO- graphic. The photograph records with mathematical exactness the exterior of things. It seldom gets to the heart. The photograph is the still picture the picture of the motionless fact. Im- pressions are more like oil paintings. They possess the human touch. They reach the heart within. Back of the daubs of paint on the canvas are the throbs of a heart. The film is only sem sitised. Mans brain Is sensitive. The photograph reproduces the outline; the painting, the substance.
 Plain Record of Facts.
 In reporting to you the things I saw and heard, I want to give you photo- graphs-the figures and facts as I learned them. and the impressions I gathered from the speech and life of Europe. I have tried to keep my eyes free from prejudice SO that the lenses would be unbiased.
 In the June of 1914 Europe had a place in the sunlight of peace. The fields were filled with peasants, bend ipg their backs to toll. Villagers were happy in the common routine of their simple lives. Factories, mills, mines and shops were filled with men. Wheels hummed, smoke streamed from chimneys, industry was singing. In the cities trafic roared, trains rattled. It was the story of busy, working world.
 Problems there were. of course, the problems normal to the growth and progress of the world. There was some unrest, too, but children scam- pered to school, patient women sang grooming songs to their babies. Men carrying dinner buckets whistled on their way to work. There were shad- ows-the unlighted side of the worlds street.-the slums and the tenements; but men and women were planning and fighting the black ugliness, and everyone had faith in the tomorrow. The world was making headway-it was growing better; its conscience was awakened. We were becoming our brothers keeper. It was normal, sane good old world. It was good to be alive,
 Then came the day, the day tha. will never be fOrgotten-the day that changed the world; the day of four years, at the end of which civilization was almost hunchbacked.
 Copyright. 1920. Western Newspaper Union)
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