Life — February 4, 1926 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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Great battles are first toon on paper. Is your tomorrow's plan of action carefully thought out? Is every move on record? Better not trast i mem- ory. PUT IT ON PAPER! ss waits on the man o keeps in line with his thinking that first EVERSHARP the name is on the pen There's an Eversharp for you in any style and sise you want, The one above, the pep- ular standard gift and business model, with 18 inches of lead up its sleeve, geld=filled at fo) © 1926, Tue Wahi Co., Chicago * LIFE - Peace and Brotherhood Wuenx Paul Prude invited me to go to a meeting of his Independent Brotherhood of Men, I jumped at the chance; for the only thing I knew about the Brotherhood was that every one else regarded them as out- casts, freaks, and pariahs, And they might be my kind of pariah, “Just one of our monthly meetings,” said Paul, “but it’s sure to be a good because of the war.” The war!” I said, astonished. “What Paul's eyes blazed. “The Brit ish Government's meditating a new war against the Eschatols. We're going to fight it tooth and nail,” he hissed, “and to-night we shall strike the first blow! We're the only people genuinely out for Peace at the moment.” Paul hated war, I knew already: he hated it so much that he didn’t bother to go in for the last one. I hated it. too. So I felt these Peace-lovers were probably the very men for me. They met in a dingy little hall, with oil-lamps, and they were all a little like Paul, with terribly fierce eyes, and ter- rible red ties, and terribly long black hair, which was terribly not washed and crawled about their terrible low for heads like baby snakes. If I hadn't known they were met to stop a war, I should have said they were met to plan a murder. The first speaker was Comrade Wil- kins. He said that the Briti: ment was preparing a plot to shoot down the helpless hatols, and he for one was not going to stand by and see them shot down without—without a very strong protest (/aughter). Their Society stood for the principle that hu man life was sacred and the sooner the Prime Minister and the Foreign Secre- tary were strung up on lamp-posts the better (cheers) Then my friend Comrade Prude spoke. I had always thought of him as a mild man, but now he boiled over with excitement, his eyes glowed, his hair flapped, and he waved his arms like an old English windmill. However, what he said was most pacific. He said he hated militarism and everything it stood for. They were gathered there to- night to draw a sharp sword against militarism. Let them keep their pow der dry, and, by God, before long they would march on shoulder to shoulder to victory ( Comrade Fritsky said that the world Govern- was being too much governed by blood and iron instead of by love and fellow- ship, and, for his part, he would like to sce a bloody revolution (loud cheers). He had taken no share in the Great War, and he was proud of it (huge cheers, all present standing up and wav- ing their hair). 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