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War and Debt, W. S. Rossiter

War and the Sexes, Ellen Key

War as an Institution, Bertrand Russell

War in Europe, The. See Index by Au-

thors, under Anonymous, Ashley, Broad-
us, Dewey, Eaton, Freeman, Gardiner,
Hall, Headlam, Kellogg, Key, Keyserling,
Morlae, Morris, Ohlinger, Olivant, Robin-
son, Rossiter, Russell, Taylor, Tucker,

Usher, Vail, White.

What is Music? Thomas Whitney Surette. 188

What is Reality? Richard C. Cabot


Woman and Religion, Bernard Iddings Bell 378

Woman's Mastery of the Story, George

Malcolm Stratton


Women of England, Rebecca West


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Great Darkness, Gretchen Warren

Haunted House, The, Sidney Merriman

Life, John Masefield


Alger, George W., Preparedness and Demo-

cratic Discipline


Radical's Progress

Meissner Pasha on the Egyptian Adven-


Twenty Minutes of Reality

A Yard of Jungle

The Gates of the East

The Hills




War as an Institution

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Touchstone for Peacemakers, A
Tripod and the County Treasurer



Waste vs Efficiency

When You Break Your Neck

Whiskers in Peace










erate steps and casual smiles is so won

derful, so infinitely lacerating, that The exceptional men always crowd nothing else seems to matter. Indeed mankind out of history, and that is we do not count ourselves as living unwhy we forget from generation to der war conditions at all, even when generation what war is. We think of a Zeppelin flies overhead and drops Napoleon staining the snows of Eu- bombs that plough up the back garden rope with his victories, and we forget and kill the neighbors' little girl. We the thousands of little French towns, have learned a high standard in these their squares and market-places pen- matters from a certain lowering army sive with bereavement, that waited till of refugees, tearless and unremorseful he might be replete with triumph and in nobility although surly from nostalreturn. We think of Spain magnificent gia, whom we have the honor of enterat Salamanca, and we forget that in taining. Until we see the skies hung that guerilla war the nation acquired a with the smoke of burning villages, and habit of the quick spilling of blood in have found the hand of a child in a solfamiliar places which made it waste the dier's knapsack, we shall count ourrest of the century in civil war. We selves as snug in peace. Yet war is as think of a red-coated England charging devouring a thing as it always was, and on the field of Waterloo, and we forget all our English life is changed, and that a ragged England was sweating much of it destroyed. out its life and the freedom of its class It is the heart of our life that is dein the factories to make the wealth voured, the quiet, hidden places where that paid our way to victory. And now the future is nourished: the part of the we are blinded by the glories of Flan- world that is the care of women. It ders and the Dardanelles, and do not goes unrecorded partly because they see that old things are rotting and new are the sex bred to inarticulateness, things are being born beneath our feet. and partly because, when one thinks Because men are dying to maintain of women in wartime, the exceptional their national life we do not notice that people come forward as usual to crowd this national life is changing as quickly out the rest of mankind. For women as they die.

have done things in this war that make This spectacle of an endless stream one glad even under the shadow of the of men filing out to die with slow, delib- sword. VOL. 117 -NO. 1


One does not mean the women: who and by the type of fashionable doctor have acquired boots, and :spurs and whose career is a personal triumph over khaki on pretexts usually connected the rich rather than the impersonal with nursing, ažyd. who dodge into the triumph of the man of science over firing line as often as the General Staff truth; and so as a body it showed Antiwil bet them; for the war has sharply re- Feminist tendencies. Yet to-day the vised one's aspirations, and one knows khaki ambulances with the red cross on .now that, however well built for ad- the sides draw up at hospitals which venture a woman may be, if she is are wholly staffed by women, and the neither a doctor nor a nurse she has no men who are left there are not sorry. right to be at the front. It is not rever- “They give a man a chance,' they ent to suffering Europe. The woman say. It is an inarticulate testimony journalist who stopped amidst the that the Victorians were wrong, and bursting shells to powder her nose that a woman is more and not less valuproved the crystal hardness of her able as a worker because of the slight nerve: but it is not good to demonstrate permanent glow of sympathy which one's attractive qualities in the death- accompanies her capacity for motherchamber of the nations. Moreover, hood. the independent woman at the front And the company of British nurses, prejudices the position of women in the pale, school-girlishly unripe, and given same way that an abnormally skilled to sudden giggling fits like nuns and workman prejudices the position of his all women of deprived lives, prove the mates by working so quickly that the Victorians wrong again when they confactory piece-rate is lowered. The ceived women's finest to be a boneless spinster, who is an abnormally free tenderness. It may be tenderness that woman, has no right to accustom men makes them work so well in our own to the sight of women looking after military hospitals, for our young men themselves in danger, since there are who dreamed nothing of war a year ago women who cannot look after them- and now are broken by it are pitiful as selves because they are burdened with a child torn by a hawk. But when they children. But there are unnumbered work in a ward that yesterday was a women who in that death-chamber are railway coal-shed, or wander on the thinking only of the dying, who have windy dunes about a typhoid lazaretto taken part in war and yet kept them- of bathing-machines under the direcselves clean from its passion for disor- tion of French and Belgian doctors ganizing and harshening the fate of all whose ideas of asepsis appear to them human creatures.

obscene, then they show themselves It is wonderful that they should have soldierly and possessed of hard fortibeen allowed to help. Before the war tude and discipline. Lord Kitchener delighted to maintain And that there can be even satire his reputation as the strong silent man in the kindness of women is shown by who despised women,- a reputation that most beautiful and unanswerable

, which he created several years ago in of feminist arguments, the hospital the Sudan by telling the War Office organized by Mrs. St. Clair Stobart. that if they insisted on sending him Wherever men gather together to kill women nurses he would duck them in one another, the white tents of this hosthe Nile. The British Red Cross Soci- pital appear on the high ground above ety is controlled by peeresses and other to mock the governors of men. “When powerful women of the parasite class, you slaves have quite finished knock

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