“Gott strafe Italien” indeed! Bombs on St. Mark’s in Venice, on the Square of Verona, on world treasures unreplaceable. The poisoned breath of Germany carries its venom into the land of sunshine and song, whose best day’s work in history has been to wrest itself free from the grip of the false friend.
RALPH D. BLUMENFELD
“GOTT STRAFE ITALIEN!”
Serbia
Serbia has suffered the fate of Belgium. Germany and Austria, with Bulgaria’s aid, have plunged another little country “in blood and destruction.” Another “bleeding piece of earth” bears witness to the recrudescence of the ancient barbarism of the Huns. Serbia’s wounds,
“Like dumb mouths,
Do ope their ruby lips,”
to beg for vengeance on “these butchers.” Turkey, whom the artist portrays as a hound lapping up the victim’s blood, is fated to share the punishment for the crime. But the prime instigator is the German Emperor, whose Chancellor, with bitter irony, claims for his master the title of protector of the small nationalities of Europe. Herr von Bethmann-Hollweg can on occasion affect the mincing accents of the wolf when that beast seeks to lull the cries of the lamb in its clutches. The German method of waging war has rendered “dreadful objects so familiar” that the essential brutality of the enemy’s activities runs a risk of escaping at times the strenuous denunciation which Justice demands. But the searching pencil of Mr. Raemaekers brings home to every seeing eye the true and unvarying character of Teutonic “frightfulness.” All instincts of humanity are cynically defied on the specious ground of military necessity. Mr. Raemaekers is at one with Milton in repudiating the worthless plea:
“So spake the fiend, and with necessity,