A CHRIST M AS APPEAL TO THE PEUPLES AT WAR

We do nol appeal to Governtnents arid Monarchs. We appeal io th* ccmmon pcopîe.

To thc conwwn people in every town and village of this land. And not of this land only, but of every nation which has draivn the sword.

For sixtee7i months we hâve livcd to kilî. With each of tis that has been the aim of our national existence. Do we understand, CAN we understand what we hâve been doingf

This Christmastide let us paiise and look upon our handiwork. Let us look not afar, but about us, close at hand.

Everywhere is heard the nioan of the bereaved. Wives sorrowing for their husbands. Mothers and fathers for their sons. Young women sorroivinf for the men who were pledged to them and for the children never to be born.

"The enemy is responsible." Yes, but we are responsible for similar grief in homes whose dead were equally dear.

The suffering we see is reflected in every toum of every nation at war. Hundreds of thoiisands of brave men lie dead. Millions of strong men lie mutilated. Millions of loving hearts are broken.

However much we hâve been led to hâte each other, in this common sorrorM are we not made one?

In the name of suffering Europe, for the sake of the future of the race, in memory of the Babe of Bethlehem, the Prince of Peace, we appeal to th» peoples to