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Show ROAST FOR THE PROFITEERS Chaplain of Columbia University Post Brands Graspers as ' Greedy Human Vultures." "Greedy human vultures" and "crawling ghouls" were terms applied to war profiteers by Rev. Dr. Herbert Shipman, chaplain of Columbia university uni-versity post, No. 400, of the American Legion, in his Armistice day sermon at the Church of the Heavenly Rest on Fifth avenue In New York. Doctor Shipman, who is rector of tbe Fifth avenue church and an overseas over-seas veteran, snld that he was bitter against "those who out of the sacrifice sacri-fice and blood of others have coined dirty money while posing as patriots." The pastor read from a poem he had written, the title of which is "The Profiteer." It follows: i'ou have decked your frowzy wives with borrowed splendors, You have hung your daughters' necks with stolen pearls; Have you thought about the other wives, the lenders, Or the harlots made to decorate your girls? Tou have fashioned from the needs of sick and dying, From the souls of children pleading for the right, Ready cash today to do your Christmas . buying. Ready cash to pay your prostitute tonight. to-night. Tou have coined your filthy gold from blood and sorrow; There are soldier graves across the field of France, Whence the dead through yoi upon tomorrow to-morrow Will rise to damn your profits with a glance. All the deathless deeds worth .doing and worth telling, All the things that noble men hoi. high and true, All but seemed to you for buying and for selling, All to serve a greasy human vulture you! God! That better men should toll and sweat and labor, Bear the oross and climb up Calvaries of pain; While the crawling ghouls that spare not I friend or neighbor Damn the world to make a crucible for goln. If In blackest Jiell, O Lord, there be a blacker; If beneath the deepest pit a deeper pit; Not for harlot, thief or coward slacker But for these that blackest, deepest hell Is fit. Profiteers of every sort and kind and fashion, Where you tread full many other feet have trod; You are ranged against the power of Christ's own passion; Here! Behind you walk the searching feet of God. |