This book is dedicated to the victims of the civil war in industry; that is, to my brothers and sisters of the working class, the class who furnish the blood and tears and cripples and corpses in all wars—yet win no victories for their own class.


CONTENTS.

PAGE
Preface[5]
Ready[9]
An Insult from the Commander-in-Chief[10]
Chapter One: A Confidential Word with the Man of the Working Class[11]
Chapter Two: What Is War?[21]
Chapter Three: The Situation—Also the Explanation[29]
Chapter Four: The Cost of War—(1) In Blood, (2) In Cash[47]
Chapter Five: Hell[77]
Chapter Six: Tricked to the Trenches—Then Snubbed[107]
Chapter Seven: For Father and the Boys[159]
Chapter Eight: For Mother and the Boys—and Girls[207]
Chapter Nine: The Cross, the Cannon, and the Cash Register[244]
Chapter Ten: Now What Shall We Do About It?[273]
Chapter Eleven: A Short Lesson in the History of the Working Class[317]
Chapter Twelve: Suggestions—and What to Read[338]
Illustrations:
Industrial Despotism, Craftily Called Freedom[Frontispiece]
Leading Citizens—“We Want Wars”[31]
Leading Citizens—“We Declare Wars”[33]
Citizens Who Are Led—“We Fight the Wars”[35]
Hired HandsFacing p. [46]
Worn-Out Boxing Gloves of the Ruling Class[51]
The History of Ignorance and Meekness[53]
The War Is the Class War[169]
The Beneficiaries of Hell, Flirting with HeavenFacing p. [206]
The Noble Rôle of Cossacks and MilitiamenFacing p. [207]
Preparing Boy-Scout Hired HandsFacing p. [220]
Four Victims of Cheap Patriotism[241]
In My Name! After Nineteen Hundred Years![245]

PREFACE.

Justice soothes.

Justice heals the wounds and sores in the social body.

Justice strikes down all robbery—illegal and legal.

Justice calms.