our brother man dead at
our feet; but rather seeing him alive and well, working by our side.

To this end let us declare war on all meanness, snobbishness, petty or
great jealousies, all forms of injustice, all forms of special
privilege, all selfishness and all greed. Let us drop bombs on our
prejudices! Let us send submarines to blow up all our poor little
petty vanities, subterfuges and conceits, with which we have endeavored
to veil the face of Truth. Let us make a frontal attack on ignorance,
laziness, doubt, despondence, despair, and unbelief!

The banner over us is "Love," and our watchword "A Fair Deal."

CHAPTER II

THE WAR THAT ENDS IN EXHAUSTION SOMETIMES MISTAKEN FOR PEACE

When a skirl of pipes came down the street,
And the blare of bands, and the march of feet,
I could not keep from marching, too;
For the pipes cried "Come!" and the bands said "Do,"
And when I heard the pealing fife,
I cared no more for human life!

Away back in the cave-dwelling days, there was a simple and definite
distribution of labor. Men fought and women worked. Men fought
because they liked it; and women worked because it had to be done. Of
course the fighting had to be done too, there was always a warring
tribe out looking for trouble, while their womenfolk stayed at home and
worked. They were never threatened with a long peace. Somebody was
always willing to go "It." The young bloods could always be sure of
good fighting somewhere, and no questions asked. The masculine
attitude toward life was: "I feel good today; I'll go out and kill
something." Tribes fought for their existence, and so the work of the
warrior was held to be the most glorious of all; indeed, it was the
only work that counted. The woman's part consisted of tilling the
soil, gathering the food, tanning the skins and fashioning garments,
brewing the herbs, raising the children, dressing the warrior's wounds,
looking after the herds, and any other light and airy trifle which
might come to her notice. But all this was in the background. Plain
useful work has always been considered dull and drab.

Everything depended on the warrior. When "the boys" came home there
was much festivity, music, and feasting, and tales of the chase and
fight. The women provided the feast and washed the dishes. The
soldier has always been the hero of our civilization, and yet almost
any man makes a good soldier. Nearly every man makes a good so