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Show WHAT THE YEARS WILL BRING FORTH. Today the Standard is printing a letter let-ter from Alex McLean, the brother of, Mrs. D. D. McKay of Huntsvillc. The young man has been in the war almost from the first day. He has served with the 'Australian troops as part of the British forces. He has been at Gallfpo'li and in the seething furnace of death on the west fpont. He must have been in that awful retreat which caused General Haig to utter words of distress. He has been wounded four times.- But he insists going on. Why?' The answer is a horrible indictment of Germany. He says he and his com. panions, in ono of their forward lunges, came upon a family of French children. The father and mother had been killed or carried off to Germany and the little ones were impaled on pickets and still alive. We do not believe that outside of Turkey there are human beings so de- inavuu as me uerman soiuicrs wno have perpetrated these outrages. From Liego to Noyon, the record of the German Ger-man troops makes a page in history too horrible for men or women of deep sympathies to read. These stories of brutalities are filtering fil-tering back through the firing lines and are being read in every home In America. "What will be the after effect?' One thing is quite foretold. Regardless Regard-less of the peace terms, the retelling of the personal experiences of tho troops who were eye witnesses to these barbarities, will bring a revulsion revul-sion of feeling which will not die out in a century. Little American children, who have heard the recital of some of these horrors, hor-rors, today think of the Kaiser's sol-' sol-' diers as the older people have thought of the Huhs of old, and years of peace and amity will not wipe out these deep impressions of childhood. Twenty-years Twenty-years from now the hatred engendered will be more intense than now, and that will be the curse of time, which a contributor to the Standard has expressed ex-pressed as follows: CUESB THE KAISER. Tho kalsor of Germany Is bereft; Tho kaiser has not one friend left. The Turk and Bulgar and Austrian Karl. Their voices join in an awful snarl "Curse the German kaiser." People whose homes In ruins He. People whose only roof Is tho sky, All over Europe raise this cry: "Curse tho German kaiser." Men evervwhere who have fought and bled, Mothers whose sons arc with the dead, And little children who beg for bread, All curse the German kaiser. And God, who looks with pitying eye, And sees tho march of Death go by, Will one day heed this mighty cry. j And curse the German kaiser. |
