THE MACHINE GUN.
I speak with the voice of men and devils. Jly messengers speed their unerring flight to countless hearts. 1 work between two voids—hack of ni<> a pile of empty shells, in front <>f nie a widening circle of empty hearths. I am no respecter of persons. My victories lie ill a horizon of homes. Hell inspired; me, men created me, women and children pay for me. Each day of battle I prepare a feast of bodies, with Death as the host. With my blackened wand I touch the breast of man, and forthwith there springs the incarnadine river of death. I turn by an inch, and the lives of maidens are blasted, mothers and sisters mourn, and: a hundred babes are fatherless. Science, Christianity and Civilisation stand sponsors for 'me.—'New York Life.'
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Clutha Leader, Volume XLII, Issue 87, 9 May 1916, Page 7
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135THE MACHINE GUN. Clutha Leader, Volume XLII, Issue 87, 9 May 1916, Page 7
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