It is this war of the classes that we must concentrate upon, and in that connection the war against false values, against evil institutions, against all social atrocities. Those who appreciate the urgent need of cooperating in great struggles must oppose military preparedness imposed by the state and capitalism for the destruction of the masses. They must organize the preparedness of the masses for the overthrow of both capitalism and the state. Industrial and economic preparedness is what the workers need. That alone leads to revolution at the bottom as against mass destruction from on top. That alone leads to true internationalism of labor against Kaiserdom, kingdom, diplomacies, military cliques, and bureaucracies. That alone will give the people the means to take their children out of the slums, out of the sweat-shops and the cotton-mills; that alone will enable them to inculcate in the coming generation a new ideal of brotherhood, to rear them in play and song and beauty; to bring up men and women, not automatons; that alone will enable woman to become the real mother of the race, to give to the world creative men, and not soldiers who destroy. That alone leads to economic and social freedom, and does away with war. Ellie MARY ALDIS She came to do my nails. Came in my door and stood before me waiting, A great big lummox of a girl— A continent. Her dress was rusty black And scant, Her hat, a melancholy jumble of basement counter bargains. Her sullen eyes, Like a whipped animal’s, Shone out between her silly bulging cheeks and puffy forehead. She dropped her coat upon a chair And waited; Then, at a word, busied herself With files and delicate scissors, Sweet-smelling oils and my ten finger tips. She proved so deft and silent I bade her come again; And twice a week While summer dawned and flushed and waned She used me in her parasitic trade. The dress grew rustier, The hat more melancholy, And Ellie fatter. Each time she came I wondered as she worked If thought lay anywhere Behind that queer uncouthness. She had a trick of seizing with her eyes Each passing thing, An insatiate greediness for something out of reach; And yet she seemed enwrapped In a kind of solemn patience, Large, aloof and waiting. We hardly ever spoke— I could not think of anything worth saying; One does not chatter with a continent.