The Blot on the Kaiser's 'Scutcheon

e choice of a bosom-friend. C

ambling house and the dens where thieves congregate. Dickens mad

rm of the cross, in the Transfiguration of Raphael, the Duomo of Giotto, the Paradise Lost of Milton, the In Memoriam of Tennyson, the Emancipation Proclamation of Lincoln. Christianity has never formed any close frie

f the ways. It became necessary for him to make a choice of friends. Like

old hero living in the capital of Japan and two ex-Presidents known the world around for their splendid manhood; and he could have made overtures of friendship to any one of these brave men; bu

s were red with blood, his hands dripped with gore. His house was a harem; his hand he

ope and was brought up, shivering with terror, and saying that he found himself sur

an be my associate! I will go to Constantinople

d hired the Sultan's knife and club, just as the Chief Priest Annas chose Judas to be

ll Mohammedans, whether they lived in India or Persia, in Arabia or Turkey, that they must remember that the Kaiser had entered into a treaty to become their protector and friend. Having become a Lutheran in Berlin, he became a M

an outlet for surplus goods to be sold in India. Serbia lay straight across the path, and he had to work out some scheme to

urk's method of living made him poor. The gifts of the Armenian tended towards wealth. Once in twenty years the Turk found himself a pauper and found the Armenian rich; the result was envy and cove

the old men, use the Armenian girls for the harem, and fling the little children's bodies into pits dug in the garden behind the house. We will enter the village in the morning as soldiers;

Armenians. You can murder an entire nation, for the Germans and the Turks have practically done it. Ambassador Morgenthau has just said that the Kaiser and the Sultan through their forces have murdered nearly a million