A CHRISTMA8 APPEAL TO THE PEUPLES AT WAR

We do net appeal to GovemmenU and Monarchs, We appeàl to the camtnon people.

To the common peopU in every town and village of thie land. And not of ikis land ovdyt bui oj every nation wkich hae ébrawn the aword.

For eixteen monthe we hâve lived to kiU, With each of ua ihat haa heen the aim of owr national existence. Do we understand, CAN we understand what we hâve heen doingf

Thia Christnuutide let ua pauae and look upon our handiwork. Lét ua look not afar, but abotU uay doae at hand,

Everywhere ia heard the moan of the hereaved, Wivea aorrowing for their huahanda, Mothera and fathera for their aona. Young women aorrowing for the men who were pledged to them and for Uie chUdren never to be bom,

"The enemy ia reaponaible,** Yea, but v>e are reaponaible for similar grief in homea whoae dead were eqyàUy dear.

The auïïering we aee ia reflected in every town of every nation ai war. Hundreda oj thouaanda of brave men lie dead. MiUiona of atrong men lie mutUated, MiUiona of loving hearia are broken,

However much toe hâve been led to haie each oUiert in thia common aorrow are v)e not mode onet

In the name of auffering EuropCf for the aake of the future of the race^ in memory of the Babe of Bet^ehem, the Prince of Peace, we appeal to the peoplea to