“_Gott strafe Italien_” indeed! Bombs on St. Mark’s in Venice, on the Square of Verona, on world treasures unreplaceable. The poisoned breath of Germany carries its venom into the land of sunshine and song, whose best day’s work in history has been to wrest itself free from the grip of the false friend. RALPH D. BLUMENFELD [Illustration: “GOTT STRAFE ITALIEN!”] Serbia Serbia has suffered the fate of Belgium. Germany and Austria, with Bulgaria’s aid, have plunged another little country “in blood and destruction.” Another “bleeding piece of earth” bears witness to the recrudescence of the ancient barbarism of the Huns. Serbia’s wounds, “Like dumb mouths, Do ope their ruby lips,” to beg for vengeance on “these butchers.” Turkey, whom the artist portrays as a hound lapping up the victim’s blood, is fated to share the punishment for the crime. But the prime instigator is the German Emperor, whose Chancellor, with bitter irony, claims for his master the title of protector of the small nationalities of Europe. Herr von Bethmann-Hollweg can on occasion affect the mincing accents of the wolf when that beast seeks to lull the cries of the lamb in its clutches. The German method of waging war has rendered “dreadful objects so familiar” that the essential brutality of the enemy’s activities runs a risk of escaping at times the strenuous denunciation which Justice demands. But the searching pencil of Mr. Raemaekers brings home to every seeing eye the true and unvarying character of Teutonic “frightfulness.” All instincts of humanity are cynically defied on the specious ground of military necessity. Mr. Raemaekers is at one with Milton in repudiating the worthless plea: “So spake the fiend, and with necessity, The tyrant’s plea, excused his devilish deeds.” SIR SIDNEY LEE [Illustration: OCTOBER IN SERBIA The Austro-German-Bulgarian attack on Serbia began in October, which in Holland is called the “butcher’s month,” as the cattle are then killed preparatory to the winter.] “Just a moment--I’m coming” Here is a drawing that ought to be circulated broadcast throughout Australia and New Zealand, that ought to hold a place of honour on the walls of their public chambers; should hang in gilded frames in the houses of the rich; be pinned to the rough walls of frame-house and bark humpy in every corner of “The Outback.” It should thrill the heart of every man, woman, and child Down Under with pride and thankfulness and satisfaction, should even bring soothing balm to the wounds of those who in the loss of their nearest and dearest have paid the highest and the deepest price for the flaming glory of the Anzacs in Gallipoli.