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Maoriland Worker, Volume 6, Issue 243, 13 October 1915, Page 4

AVho will do the dirty work under Socialism? Verily thy name is Dubb. it * -ft For six years this Vagabond subscribed to Elbert Hubbard's "Philistine." I liked that little brown paper advertising tract. I saw Elbert pass through all the stages. Communist, Anarchist, Socialist, Capitalist. Hubbard was different from other writers. He was the greatest advt. writer on Earth. There wero only two other men who came anywhere near him— Roosevelfc and Kaiser BUI. Of the three I liked Hubbard best, because when ho was selling you a fountain pen or a pianola, or even when he was just being taken in I like to be taken in by a joker. Your Herdmans, your Masseys, your Herries, and that type of individual make one tired and remind you of the room of Horrors at Madame Tussauds. Poor old Hubbard went down in tho Lusitania. The world lost something when it lost Elbert Hubbard. Ifc lost; one who could bring a smile when everything looked gloomy. If Hubbard was going to spank someone he always kissed them first. Here's what ho once wrote of the "Red Feds." : ' 'Faces like those of Clarence Darrow, Eugene Debs, and Keir Hardie are maps of great love, noble griefs, supremo disappointments and hopes that never die." Now that's real good, and ono can sco every line of Haidie's face in that description. I am not going to tell you what else ho said, because that is tho kiss lie gavo Hardie. They have both passed iv their timo sheets. I want to remember the kisses; tho spankings will do for another timo. •X # ■* Since man came into existence ho has had too -littlo joy. That alono my brethren is our original sin. And when wo learned how to have more joy, wo best get disaccustomed to cfijiso psin and to invent pain unto others.—Nietzsche. THE VAG.

ent altogether of the reward and independent of the risk or discomfort entailed in that national service. He goes on: — "Where tho hitch comes in is that there is a profound doubt amongst tho workers as to whether the principle of national service should bo applied to the profits -and privileges of the rich and influential as well as to tho lives of tho common people. In a State whero the workers have been taught to read and write, the nationalisation of capital must precede tho nationalisation of flesh and blood." An Hon. Member—AVeaßh does not relievo* a man from service. The Hon. Mr. Paul —I am not saying that it does; but I say that in this struggle two necessary forces are requisite to win through in this war: one is wealth, and the other is men. Conscription as, advocated means that you are going to conscript the human machine. You are going to say to the men, "You must fight." I recognise, that wealth is just as necessary to prosecute the wax as are men. But the, point that Mr. AVells makes, and which I support, is, that if you conscript men you have a right to nationalise capital. Hon. /Members —Oh, oh. The Hon. Mr. Paul—Honourable members may laugh; they can please themselves as to that. My first point was this: what amount of silver is equivalent to the life of a man? An Hon. Member—Thirty pieces. The Hon. Mr. Paul—The man who, sold a life was Judas, and Judas's have never saved a nation yet. Conscription in a British community should mean nationalisation all round.. That is the logical position.