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HARRY LAUDER
DENOUNCES GERMANS
Famous Singer Thrills Thous
ands in Philadelphia Metro
politan House.
Harry Lauder, the great Scotch co
median and singer, whose songs have
charmed millions of people through
out the world, is in the United States
on a speaking tour under the auspices
of the American Y. M. C. A. Mr. Lau
der has been secured to present condi
tions in Europe and to urge Americans
to support liberally the Y. M. C. A.
campaign, for $35,000,000, which begins
on Sunday and continues until the
19th. He was given a wonderful recep
tion in the Metropolitan Opera House,
Philadelphia, last Sunday, as he ap
peared in kilts, wearing the plaid of
the McLeod clan. Before speaking, he
sang “The Children's Home” and
“Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep,”
and then said:
“Before the war I might say we were
leading a selfish old life; in fact, one
half of us ate so much that we abso
lutely cared neither for Clod nor man,”
Lauder began. He spoke slowly, of
ten repeating his sentences, so fre
quently were they drowned in the ap
plause. He continued. “We are face
to face with an enemy whose motto is
‘No mercy prevails.’
Somebody began heckling Lauder
from the balcony. Lauder stopped and
looked up. “Don’t get excited, people.
He’ll soon get downstairs,” he said.
While the man was escorted from the
house the Scotsman resumed, his au
ditors still laughing. “We ought not
to laugh at him; give him our sym
pathy,” he said. There were no more
interruptions after this, save occasional
outbursts of laughter or that subdued
murmur of horror as Lauder talked on,
sometimes softly and slowly and again
rising to loud-voiced oratory. Then
he cried out, during a recital of a con
versation he had had with his son,
about German cruelty: “I am here to
tell you the truth today; you must be
lieve me. I am fearless. I know what
I saw to be the truth—” Here Lauder
stepped back, braced his short, sturdy
figure firmly, while the audience paus
ed in its cheering. “I tell you I aV
fearless!” he cried. “I am not on thtf
theatrical stage now; I am not a pro
pagandist, I am not a politician; 1
speak the truth. I tell you people the
truth must stand.” And the cheering
and applause shook the structure ol
the opera house.
German Cruelty.
Lauder bent forward. "When my
son was home,” he said softly, “he and
I had a good quiet talk together, smok
• in' our pipes by the fireside. I said,
‘Son, how do you like going back?’ He
said he didn't, mind, but he said,
‘They’re cruel, those Germans.’ I said,
‘Come, son, tell me about ’em.’ And he
spoke of a soldier who had been caught
desertin’ a German trench. The of
ficer caught him. He drew his saber,
cut off one of his legs and said, ‘Now
run, you swine.’
“My son didn’t like to tell me those
tales. ‘Come, son. tell me more," I
asked him. He told me of a charge
made by the Argyle Highlanders and
the Sutherlands and the famous old
Black Watbh; they’ stripped them
naked and made them stand at atten
tion. all through the cold dismal night
and—” here the audience was tense,
eyes were on the speaker; he dropped
his head, and coming toward the lights,
said: “You know, people, what they
did. When the dawn came, lighting up
the heavens, they said to the men:
‘Now go, you Scotch swine,’ and the
men started across No Man’s Land.
They got half way, when the machine
gun fire mowed them down, every man
of them. My son said that was enough,
and he told me no more.
“I saw a fellow, his face battered up,
lying in a hospital. ‘Tell me, man,
howd’e get that day?’ The soldier said
he had found a fountain pen in a Ger
man dugout and had carried it back
as a souvenir. He was going to write
to his mother, telling her his escapade.
You will believe me, friends, that when
this man unscrewed the top of the
pen, it exploded ad blew part of his
face away. Ah, I could tell you hun
dreds like that.”
Kaiser is German God.
“The world is on fire!” cried Lauder.
“I tell you people it must be put out
black out! You must overflow your
coffers with money and swell, your
ranks with men, because you Ameri
cans are going to need them all. We
fight a different fight than the Ger-
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mans. The Huns, the Germans, the
Boches fight a different fight; the
kaiser is their god.”
Here the Scotchman lowered his
head, and after some silence he spoke,
with upraised hands and his gaze to
ward tne crowded balconies: “We fight
a different fight, yes, and our God is the
one God over all.”
After another interruption Lauder
cried: “Turn your dollars into silver
bullets; be shareholders in your own
country; be shareholders in the bank
of humanity, and if you can buy a lad
home to his mother, buy ’im home: if
you can buy a mon home to his wife,
buy ’im home!”
Lauder then told how the allies were
slowly building great roads through
every part of France and Belgium, over
which to carry their heavy gfins.
“That’s why they progress slowly,” he
said. “I’ve been there. I've seen the
Boches.
To Destroy Despotism.
“Suppose some one would tell you
to sit in this theater for two years, not
to move out, mind ye—sit here —two
years.” Persons began to laugh. He
continued, “I’d guarantee you’r grum
ble.” Every one of —————— have
to sit two years on pice red chairs,
walk on red plush carpet, out of the
rain and the mud and the cold. Yes.
I’d guarantee you sure would grum
ble. Well, the boys in the trenches sat
in the mud for two years, just to get
started, and they are not going to break
up the despotism; they say It would
assemble again—they are going to de
stroy it, exterminate it.”
"1 tell you there is nothing vile
enough for the Huns to do—those great
Germans, those Boches, who have ce
mented themselves together for every
thing that's hellish; sure, a Christian
people can cement themselves together
for everything that’s good.” Lauder
assumed the intimate, soft, conversa
tional tone again. “I hear your boys
are in the trenches. Indeed, I’d like to
hear the result of the battle. Germany
made a mistake. She thought she was
declaring war on England, but she
found that she had to fight Great Eng
land. England would have been beaten
long ago but for Scotland.” Lauder
said, and he grinned and winked at
the audience.
“When I arrived here in America I
found you were getting Germanized
without knowing it. A man said to me:
‘Howde do, Mr. Lauder?’ (He pro
nounced it like Louder.) That's the
German way,' ” he said. The house
began sporadic laughter. Lauder con
tinued. “It’s in your common talk —
get it out! You even have German
teachers in your schools —-get ’em out!
Now that America is in the war, I want
to tell you that it is the biggest job
you’ve ever had,” People began to
laugh.
“Treat me seriously for once,” he
said. “You are my brothers, you know
you are. That terrible war, between
England and America—oh, my, but
that was a bad scrap. It was like the
son fighting with the mother. It was a
‘row in the hoss’.’ ” They laughed again,
interrupting. “And oerore tne son
could get calm again the Hun got him
intoxicated on the cup of hatred, and
that's the propaganda they spread.
“But I love my country; I love every
blade of grass, I love every spot,
every wood ev—” Here the speaker
had to quiet the uproar again. “But, I
want you to be brave, to nave faith in
God, for when that scable or that tele
gram comes you won't be able to stand
it if you are' not next to God.”
Visits Grave of Son.
“When I visited the grave of my
son in France I felt like thrusting my
hands down through the wet, damp
ground and embracing him.” Lauder
paused, and his eyes searched the faces
before him. “I wanted to kiss my boy
for what he had done for his country,
and his mother, and his father.
A black-garbed figure of a woman
sitting in the rear row of chairs moved
uneasily. It was Mrs. Lauder, whom
few recognized. She had been there
during the meeting.
Lauder closed his address by plead
ing for a union of all English-speaking
nations. “If I were America,” he said,
“I’d reach my great American arm
across the Atlantic and grasp the
brawny hand of Great Britain in a
bond of everlasting friendship."
Died From
Spinal Meningitis
Private George C. Smith, of the One
Hundred and Seventh Field Artillery,
died from spinal meningitis at the base
hospital, the first death from that dis
ease since the camp was established.
The remains were taken to his home
in Easton.
“Life Would Be Dead
Without Y.M.C.A”
Camp Hancock.
Dear Friend:
Just a little reminder about the Y.
M. C. A. You know the}’ are trying to
raise $35,000,000 for war work in a
campaign which I think will run well
into next July, 1918. So I want to re
mind you that if you can contribute
your little bit, then do it, for you will
help the Yankees to trim the Hun. We
spnd our spare time in the Y. M. C. A.
building, getting the benefit of all the
sports and amusements the Y. M. C. A.
provides, such as religious lectures
twice a week, good movie shows twice
a week, and all the newspapers, maga
zines and books a soldier can read, also
a big show every week by the boys in
the camp, such as singing, dancing,
reciting, funny stories and regular
church services.
So you can see it’s a great life the
Y. M. C. A. is making for the soldier.
If you can- do anything, do it, as the
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Y. M. C. A. is the soldier’s life. With
out it the life of a soldier would be as
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