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Marcy, Frank Bohn, The Editor is responsible only for views expressed on the editorial page and in unsigned department matter. CHARLES H. KERR & COMPANY, Publishers (Co-operative) 341-349 East Ohio Street, Chicago, Ill., U. S. A. Entered at the Postoffice at Chicago, Ill., as Second Class Matter July 27, 1900, under In the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet. In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires. In the wars to come silent wheels and whirr of rods not yet dreamed out in the heads of men. In the old wars clutches of short swords and jabs into faces with spears. In the new wars long range guns and smashed walls, guns running a spit of metal and men falling in tens and twenties. In the wars to come new silent deaths, new silent hurlers not yet dreamed out in the heads of men. In the old wars kings quarreling and thousands of men following. T DOINGS OF THE MONTH HE Chicago folks who packed the Auditorium last winter to hear Irvin S. Cobb lecture on war, will never forget his terrific indictment of war and the promoters of war. He talked straight from the heart and the head and without resorting to any of the cheap oratorical tricks of our famous silver tongues. He walked straight into the hearts of the big audiences that greeted him. All the glamour, glory and cheap tinsel with which the campaign orator will enshrine the average soldier was shown up as counterfeit when Cobb described the men who are doing the fighting in the trenches of Europe today, as looking like a bunch of sewer diggers. after a hard day's work in mud and water. His lectures were the biggest thoughtbombs of the season, and so a multitude of people were waiting to read what he had to say about the big political conventions of the year. They felt and knew they would hear the truth. We were, therefore, not surprised to find him writing the following in the Chicago American of June 13: "The most foolish, most time-wasting, most money-squandering institution known to these United States at the present time is the National convention. All of us were converted to this regard by what we saw at Chicago last week. Our opinions are being strengthened by what we are seeing in St. Louis this week. "There may have been logical excuse for the Progressive convention. Its dele 6 DOINGS OF THE MONTH gates really had something to thresh out upon the floor of their meeting place; they really had a mission to accomplish, or anyway they thought they did, until that sad hour befell when their candidate stepped nimbly out from under, leaving them with the bag to hold and nothing to speak of in the bag, either. emit an unfathomable number of cubic feet of hot air. And because it is in accordance with the ethics of traditions and the custom they will drag out over a period of four days proceedings which any live business organization could dispose of in one afternoon and one evening. And when it is all over they will go back home, just as the Republicans have done, solemnly to tell the boys at the postoffice and around the general store that a great deliberative body has done a great job of work." "But the Republicans could have accomplished all they did accomplish without bother and tumult by asking Senator Reed Smoot and Senator Murray Crane and Senator Henry Cabot Lodge to meet somewhere in a quiet room and spend a congenial and fruitful afternoon in drafting a platform and naming the candi- escaped the farce of a National convention this year. dates, because in the final analysis it amounted to that anyhow. "And now here are the Democrats on the eve of repeating the same giddy farce. There is no opposition whatever to the nomination for re-election of President Wilson. There is no real opposition to Ithe renomination of Vice-President Marshall. "Over the principal points in the platform there is but little difference of opinion. In the proper stage of those proceedings those points of dispute will be thrashed out by a group of men whose names might be ticked off on the fingers of your two hands. "The delegates aren't needed. So far as the outcome is concerned, so far as the results in November are concerned, they might as well have stayed at home. The entire business could have been transacted by mail much more expeditiously. Of course, it would have facilitated matters perhaps for the leaders of the party to hold a conference before putting the O. K. of their sanction upon the candidates and the platform, but the matter could have been settled through an interchange of letters. "But, of course, it would be folly to dream of such a thing coming to passalmost as great a folly, in fact, as the spectacle of this week's doings here in St. Louis will be. "To the number of a couple of thousand, the delegates and the alternates are assembling. They will perspire and cheer and stand around all day in crowded hotel lobbies and at night they will sleep three in a bed. They will tag along behind blaring brass bands and they will We Socialists can be thankful that we We have saved $25,000 which the rank and file would have had to dig up and there are many places where it will come in handy during this campaign,-especially down in Indiana, where Comrade Debs can be sent to Congress, if the party bosses will consent to blow a little money that way. It has generally gone to Wisconsin to "capture" something or other. Gene Debs has done more solid propaganda work than all the politicians piled together. Say we send this coal-shoveler to Congress! R. is a dead fish. The Roosevelt T. whom Labor has fought and denounced for years as a double-crosser and a faker, is down and out so far as any of his old-time leadership is concerned. He pulled a big bluff in the Chicago conventions. His bluff was called. And he quit. Quit yellow. Sneaked out of the game. Took his cards and chips out of the game just the minute all his oldest and strongest worshipers of the Progressive Party wanted him to run. First, he showed his yellow streak in offering Henry Cabot Lodge, the Massachusetts capitalist codfish, as a fair compromise choice for Republican Presidential candidate. Second, he tried to chloroform and kill and deliver the Progressive Party movement to the Republicans. Third, he stood out as the pet hound and nice doggy of the Steel Trust and munitions interests and preparedness fakers as embodied in George Perkins, the Morgan, U. S. Steel and Inter |