The Cordova daily times., 1921-12-08

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 L.. HrugoIsc. which the Germans su,.ooI bare of their machinery. | listened ro th. bells playing German music u.. sunday morning; and ntrr las rr .,.-ol tn, whole breadth of Belgium and sought generally in vain. ro. traces ol the war jt seemed ! to u, that the carIlonou must be ] umethmg of a symbolist
 1 .,. Hpieium is steadily setting her , If to forget the war Her ideals of i today. Ir, peace with her ncighbors and wi.a all men, and social reform within her own gates To attain these ends she must trade, to trade she must work, and she is working as, | verify believe, no other country is working.
 FORCES OF THE FUTURE In Ghent and in Brussels they i'm ] pressed upon me that cooperation and commercial effort are to be the forces of the future Bolshevism in Belgium was stillborn. Labor is sane and soundly disciplined.
 | talked with the editor of the off cial Labor newspaper in a room that itself told men almost as much as he did There was portrait in a place of honor on the wall. Not of Lenine, not of Karl Marx. not even of Emile Vandervelde, the Belgian apostle of cooperation, but of William Morris, whose dream was of a world made beautiful by and for the workers.
 On the way from Brussels to Liege the express steamed into lofty sta tion bright with the morning sunshine streaming through a clean glass roof on to paint still cleaner. thronged with busy people. humming with the throttled energy of half dozen trains at its dozen platforms. Out side there was d pulse in the air as of a, mighty loom. and through the mist one caught fIeetng glimpses of vast modern factories in process of cree. tion. Everything was eloquent of life and labor From the railway, at any rate, not one single thing was visible to recall the years of war and ruin.
 Stay! There was just one. It was the name board in the station which had been left unpainted. apparently of set purpose On the faded and scaling wood one might faintly dis cern, in German characters, the word iLowen. For this was Louvain
 THE MOTTO OF LlEGE
 At Liege, for q matter of 2i2d. in English money, one may spend an hour or so upon the broad bosom of the Mouse. The liegois have no eyes it would seem, for all that one sees no ears for all that one hears, on the steamer trip to Seraiug; yet in the ceaselcss ring of hammers upon new steel. in the endless extensions of iron works. motor works. glass works and the like there is a lesson for the whole of Europe.
 "Long live ousclycs.' is the slogan of Lton,. Thr hotel keepers are w to it in one Way, the workers in an o.h.r anI better.
 One dtaoabarh# at the Pa#sarollc and . faced almost immediately with  n Inscription on a well tablet:
 "In this square, on the night oI . August 70, lal1 the Germans. with out proyocatfon, burnt twenty houses and zho, eighteen people"
 Nobody that | saw lifted an eye tc i it The crowds hur by. intent upon the hingly cheap stalls along the quaya.
 At halr past eight in the morning found myself purchasing trinkct at a jewellers shop in the Place de MeiT the Regent street of Antwerp There had been several other GUS toners before me. You open early | said to the proprietor
 Monsieur" he replied with surpris ing earnestness, "it is my way of pro, tecting against the tendencies of the \ time. I open at s q. m.-sometime5 earlier - and close at 10 D. m. l-sometimes later. And no wcekonds (this, very pointedly, in English). Rut what would you? To work, and to work hard is our only hope. l was a