I’m thinkin’ He will know my boy, with his dear ways an’ all—
With his tanned face, his eyes of blue, and he so strappin’ tall.
The Last Racial War
By Clara Zetkin
(Well-known Socialist leader of Germany. Many times imprisoned for her denunciation of the present war. The following is from “Die Gleichheit,” a woman’s paper, edited by herself.)
Above the horror of this dark hour do we not see the light of certainty that the longing of the poor and weak for free humanity must again unite the peoples in one ideal and effort? We women hear the voices which in this time of blood and iron speak low and painfully, but nobly, of and for the future. Let us interpret them for our children. Let us guard against the hollow din which fills our streets today, when cheap racial pride defeats humanity. In our children we must have a pledge that this most fearful of all wars is the last racial struggle. The blood of dead and wounded must have become a stream to divide what present need and future hope unite. It must be a chain to bind eternally.
The Early Morning Funeral
By Edna Elliott-Carr
(In “The Living Age.”)
One of the sad sights is the early morning funeral to be met almost daily in the streets of Paris—the lonely journey of a dead hero from his bed of suffering to the Garden of Sleep.