The students of sociology and of economic reform will plan and contrive systems of life that shall create and preserve the rights and property of all only to see them swept away as the tidal wave sweeps away a city in its ruthless coming on. Education realizing as it does that its purpose is not only to instruct but to nourish and tutor the soul, to win the mind to love and inspiring thoughts, sees its gentle years made worse than wasted by the hours of passion and hatred that lengthen into weeks, months and years of war. It sees its histories made hateful and horrid with the tales of grief and death. Seeking in some small way to assist the church in its work of winning love for one’s neighbor, it has to place upon its shelves the stories that engender hate and fear. Not the good things that our neighbors have done us but the ill that we have done to them and they have done to us are made the subject of story and glory. Art is conscripted to herald forth the might, majesty and mystery of hell, caparisoned in all the trappings of death’s glitter and brandishing the latest implement of pain. Poetry’s sweet notes become rasping and strident as they reiterate the tales that should only be told or sung by the furies and witches of Hades. Two thousand years ago we were told that no man could serve two masters and yet the apologists of war tell us with astounding frankness that the morals of the state and of the individual not only can but should be different. Man can at the behest of state, wound, maim, tear, and kill, he may commit rape, robbery, arson and murder and yet be virtuous. He can do this and still be expected to go back to his home and be as noble and loved a rational creature as he was before. While he is doing this and spreading misery, those whom he has left behind for a time or forever are also ennobled and inspired and those to whom he comes, whose villages are crushed by shot and shell and rendered a flaming sacrifice on the altar of war, are taught the power of godlike soldiers. The time will come, however, when we shall realize that man cannot serve not only God and Mammon but he cannot serve God and Mars. Who knows but we are simply awaiting the scientist who shall show the unerring and uninterrupted flood from the horrors of war to the criminal years of peace. The seeds that we sow in the years of hatred and pain bring forth the fruit that fill our prisons and render our normal life so fretful and feverish. The war state tells its people to forgive and forget, to coöperate, to sacrifice, to be unselfish and yet it says to its people: “You as a unit shall not coöperate, you shall fight, you shall not forgive and forget, you shall cherish revenge and nourish the passion to retaliate. You shall not as a people make sacrifices, you shall take from others and make others sacrifice.” Either Mars or God, must and will at length prevail. The world cannot forever serve them both.