THE DRAMA OF 365 DAYS
ONE OF THE OLDEST, FEEBLEST, AND LEAST CAPABLE OF MEN
That time, as we now know, never came, but
a still more fatal time did come—the cruel,
ironical, and sinister time of July 28, 1914, when
one of the oldest, feeblest, and least capable of
living men, the Emperor of Austria, under
pretence of avenging the death of the heir-
presumptive to his throne, signed with his
trembling hand, which could scarcely hold the
pen, the first of his many proclamations of war,
and so touched the button of the monstrous
engine that set Europe aflame.
The Archduke Ferdinand was foully done to death in discharging a patriotic duty, but to think that the penalty imposed on the world for the assassination of a man of his calibre and capacity for usefulness (or yet for the violation of the principles of public safety, thereby involved) has been the murdering of millions of men of many nationalities, the destruction of an entire kingdom, the burning of historic cities, the impoverishment of the rich and the starvation of the poor, the outraging of women and the slaughter of children, is also to think that for the past 365 days the destinies of humanity have been controlled by demons, who must be shrieking with laughter at the stupidities of mankind.
Thank God, we are not required to think any-
