PEACE TALK.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 12408, 28 August 1918, Page 4

PEACE TALK.

(By WALT MASON.) It fills iny soul with sorrow, that men must fight and kill to-day and yeti to“of* to-mon-ows still; I m tired pf all the slaying in sprint: fields overfthore, where once thoohih dren, Maying, with laughter, filled the W V ' eary of i] c le stof y of shrieks and dying groans, of weapons red and goij, of graves and dead men’s bones. And yet Id hold it treason to boost tor btflmy peace; it’s surely not the season to give such..thoughts release. Until our avalanches of men have crushed the .foo, no doves with olive branches will have the slightest show. Until were done with shooing tho’Pniswan off the walk, the.dove that comes I a-coomg is due to meet a shock. The peace that leaves the Junker of Prussia still on deck, would bo a whole lot minker than war and death and wreck. ;l e ,f ftd t , t! ° Jeav « ««r haying to polish on the Hun, and now we 11 go on slaving, until the job is done. We had to quit our farming, desert our growin" W’ there’ll bo no disarming while yet a Teuton yawps. A half! licked Hun would never forsake his dreams of power, and he’d be worse than ever m less than half an hour. Ana so no gents or ladies can talk of peace to me, although the war is hades that s multiplied by three.