Presbyterian College - Pac Sac Yearbook (Clinton, SC)

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THE COLLEGIAN. 5 The others here will soon forget The faces of us all, But we the faces of our mates Will easily recall. VVe can't but feel an interest In what our classmates do, And each will watch the other as His life he journeys through. As each is watching each to see How he his course may run, ' May we our duties do so well That we shall hear, XVell done. 'ie sir Tele The United States and World Peace Few advocates of war have an adequate conception of its cost. We pay out in time of peace for military and naval purposes, including pensions, more than three hundred and eighty million dollars a year. The armed peace of Europe in the last thirty- five years cost her one hundred and eleven billion dollars. But these figures have no meaning to us. Our minds are simply dazed by their greatness, consequently these figures lose their significance. VVe know that England has spent on her War equipments in the last thirty-five years almost enough money to buy the United States, but still these figures have no mean- ing to us. When we realize that the cost of building one of our largest battleships would more than replace every institution of learning in South Carolina, we conceive in part what it means to prepare for warg and when we realize that the cost of firing one of our largest guns would build an American house worth seventeen hundred dollars, we immediately conclude that no nation, it matters not how rich it may be, can afford to go to war. But should all the money and wealth of the World be spent for war, it would be but a small portion of the cost. If you TAYLOR, 'I I.

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6 THE COLLEGIAN. - I' would see the actual cost of war, go upon a battle-field while the battle is raging. See that dense cloud of smoke which hovers over the battle-field, as if it is trying to hide from the face of the Prince of Peace the cruel and barbarous acts of mang watch the lines that are made up of the nation's bravest men, as they are constantly being broken by the dropping out of wounded meng watch the noble youths as they stagger and fallg watch men gasping and struggling for breath, dying a horrible death for they know not whatg listen to the boom of the can- nonadeg listen to the command of the general who drives his men into the teeth of death itself g smell the burning powder mixed with the odor of fresh human bloodg feel the warm blood as it trickles from the wound as you attempt to stanch its flow. ,Now wait until the battle is over, until the sun is setg wait for the melancholy of the twilight. Then go upon that same battle-field, which has been painted red with the precious blood of men. See that a calmness now spreads its Wings over the battle-field, as if it is attempting to shelter suffering hu- manity. See the pale faces upturned in the moonlightg note the thousands of eyes that have been glazed by death. Listen! The stillness is constanly broken by the groans and moans of dying men. Listen to the moaning prayers of strong men in agony. Such is the scene upon every battle-field. It is true that war costs a nation an immense number of the lives of her best and noblest men, and makes a once prosperous nation poor. But there is another horrible cost of war. Wall: into a home that has been made destitute by war, a home that has been robbed of its rightful protector and provider. Look into those little faces pinched with hungerg watch those little bodies shuddering from cold because they have no one to pro- vide them with raiment. Look at the mother whose face is furrowed with sorrow, whose hair has been whitened because of grief, whose form is stooped because of hard labor. This cost alone should be sufficient to make all lovers of humanity cry, Away with war! Peace forever ! To the thinking man it seems absurd to prohibit duels in which only two men are engaged and to allow nations to take