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Show MAN'S TREASURES GONE The war goes on day by clay, reducing to ruins some of the noblest products of man's genius over the centuries. cen-turies. It seems like some terrific whirlwind that sweeps through the products of man's toil and sacrifice and power, and reduces them all to ordinary rubbish. A few nights ago the ruthless Nazi raiders swept over London, planting their bombs on such noble products pro-ducts of man's aspiration as the houses of parliament and Westmtinster Abbey. Under the latter roof is perhaps per-haps the world's finest collection of memorials of great men. Terrific damage was done to such structures as if they were of no more account than rickety and worthless worth-less shacks in someone's back yard. The human race goes slowly and toilsomely along, creating objects of nobility to testify to its spiritual longings, and expressing the marvelous skill and rich imagination with which the Creator has gifted human beings. Then brutal war comes raging into the midst of these products of inspiration, representing the nob- lest achievement of the human spirit, and sweeps them into the dust heap and the dump. It is something as if a baby was turned loose in a museum full of creations of beauty, and should take a sharp knife of which it had gained possession, and should cut and slash famous pictures which have inspired in-spired the world, and should turn them into messy strips of worthless canvass. Such actions are childish. They are like the doings of infants who have not yet gained any conception of judgment and right conduct. Such loss of treasures, with the dreadful loss of life that went with it, could have been averted, if the man or men responsible for this war had been willing to settle disputed issues in a spirit of reason and kindness and tolerance. . : |