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I spso ii ll*. rii| JS 11 * l» w «pnT- Hgr * • p ® i |o j 0 i Mil Itt • 1 w llr I bNe J) 1 Ivy’^” w 11111’ I I I '£2 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- Page 12 PHOTOGRAPHS Come in and let us make your photograph for Mother, Wife or Sweetheart, and send to them Christ mas, Sammie Boy. Many Camp Hancock boys are hav ing their work done here. WE DO DEVELOPING. R. E. QUARLES, Photography 842 Broad Street. Phone 462. kRENCH AND CAMP 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 SO ju O 1 £RS We Are Ready to Help You Fight the Cold. Note the following new arrivals: Sheep-lined Coats in all sizes $12.50 to $20.00 Overcoats, sizes 34 to 48 $32.50 to $50.00 French Coats, sizes 34 to 48 $27.50 to $40.00 Heavy weight Uniforms and Army Regulation Sweaters. MILITARY OUTFITTERS. Pennsylvania Home Restaurant Ninth and Walker Streets, one Block from Post Office. Near Union Station. ‘THE PLACE TO MEET HOMEFOLKS.” 50c] Spe ™]„Si clit ' n [soc WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 7th. Chicken Soup Chicken Stew with Dumplings, Country Style Mashed Potatoes Creamed Hominy Corn Bread Mexican Salad Grape Nut Pudding Coffee Tea Milk SPECIAL NOTICE: This Restaurant has agreed to a Meatless Tues day and Wheatless Wednesday. We will appre ciate it if our Patrons will assist us by not ordering such items on these days. Special Party Dinners, SI.OO per plate. Roast Turkey with Dressing, Cranberry Sauce 70c “Come in and get a Real Pennsylvania Welcome.” Nov. 7, 1917. Y. M. C. A. is the soldier’s life. With out it the life of a soldier would be as the life of a graveyard keeper—ecery thing would be daed. So you can im agine w’hat the Y. M. €'. A. is doing for the soldiers and sailors of the United States and her allies. So give it a boost to meet that $35,000,000 mark, for the soldiers more than appreciate what the Y. M. C. A. is doing for them in their lonesome times in camp. GENERAL PERSHING SAYS “The work now being done by the Y. M. C. A. for the comfoi t and entertainment of our soldiers in France is very important. IU moral influence is highly beneficial. It performs a real service that makes for contentment. The Y. M. C. A. has won its place by x nselfish per sonal devotion to the soldiers’ wel.- fare and deserves staunch support by our people at home.”