INDIANA UNIVERSITY BLOOMINGTON, INDIANA Calender for Spring and Summer Terms Spring Term begins Wednesday, March 31, 1915. Spring Term ends Saturday, June 19, 1915. Commencement Day, Wednesday, June 23, 1915. Summer session begins Thursday, June 24, 1915. (Except special courses of the School of Education which begin June 7.) Summer session ends Friday, August 20, 1915. Biological Station opens Saturday, June 26, 1915. Biological Station closes Friday, August 27, 1915. Beginning with the Fall of 1915, the semester system will be adopted. Indiana University comprises the following Schools: The College of Liberal Arts, The School of Education, The Graduate School, The School of Law, The School of Medicine, The Extension Division. The following publications are issued annually by the University: The University Catalogue, The Spring Term Bulletin, The Summer Term Bulletin, Bulletin of the College of Liberal Arts, Bulletin of the School of Law, Bulletin of the School of Medicine, Bulletin of the Graduate School, Bulletin of the Extension Division. Any of these publications will be sent free upon application to The Register, Indiana University Bloomington, Indiana THE EDUCATOR-JOURNAL Vol. XV MARCH 1915 No. 7 Peace Address Before the Indianapolis Teachers David Starr Jordon, Leland Standard Junior University (Stenographic Report) Some time ago I was asked if I would speak on the confessions of a peacemaker. I had been in over twenty different countries of Europe and Asia. I had been trying to find out what this war meant that we have seen coming so plainly for the last six years, but no war comes on suddenly. Only the people that don't watch are astonished when they get hit. I was in twenty different countries within the last year, and sixteen of them were at war by the time I got home. I had room for confessions. I confess that Roumania, Bulgaria, Italy and Greece are still on the outside of the quicksand. The only confession I could make was that in the last words of my friend, your friend, too, Norman Angle, in London. He said, "We were not successful; were merely right." So you can take that as my confession. I confess we were right. Now, in all these obscene seas of slaughter, the ruin of the Europe we knew, there has come to us peace men the greatest victory we have ever won. It is a victory so great that the papers of Indianapolis probably haven't noticed it; it is a victory so great that we hope men will date the rationality of nations from the year 1914, the year in which they exhibited so strikingly their lack of rationality. This is the victory. Nobody dares say he brought on this war. There is no man in the world great enough, or wicked enough, or truthful enough, or bold enough to say, "This is my war; I brought it on." There is no nation that dares say, "This is our war; we brought it on." That never happened before. Alexander the Great-and I have been over his trail in Macedonia in the last few months-Alexander the Great went through those valleys that ought to be fertile, but which have never been decently cultivated since St. Paul was at Salonica, because armies have gone back and forth, and back and forth, and between armies, brigands. The brigand is nothing but a farmer that has lost everything, and taken to the road. After he desolated those valleys, and the valleys of Greece, and some of the other neighboring regions, Alexander died; I suppose because he couldn't find any more valleys to desolate. He died young, sighing that there were no more worlds to conquer. Old scoundrel, he had done enough! The world might well afford to let him go. Julius Ceasar, old pirate, robber and reprobate, carried on his wars, and wrote books about them. I don't know how many-they generally make us read four. There may have been more. But so far as we have got into his books he never denied that he did it. Glory of war! I won't read Ceasar any more--I won't. Napoleon left four millions of young men scattered all over Europe. On the way from Moscow, just a hundred and one years ago today, he left over 500,000 of them. He never denied it. He was a man of a great deal of ability until he was rained by blood-blood of others a dangerous drink, but he never denied it. when they try to bring on war. The ultimatum is a device by which you ask a small nation whether it will be swallowed whole or duly masticated. . as my secretary suggested the other day, whether it will be Fletcherized or swallowed whole. It's sure to awaken interest. It is a new weapon, the most dangerous that we know, but it was not forged in Austria. We know where it was written, and who signed it, but we don't know who wrote it. Russia didn't bring on this war. The ultimatum was written before Russia got into it. Russia is the great bear that looks like a man. He may be for all I know. When the great bear growls it's called mobilization, but pat him on the back and he won't growl. Bismarck, honest old liar, never denied that he robbed Denmark; that he threw Austria out the back window because there were too many Catholics; that he tried to bleed France white. Proud of it! He confessed the sins that history said he was not guilty of, for the sake of making his record full if not clear. Never denied it. Nobody ever denied it before. Who brought on this war? Servia? six or eight letters, showing that Ger Servia didn't do it. Austria? Austria can't do anything. Austria is perfectly helpless. Had I time I would tell you the history of Austria, but I haven't, so I will simply say this, anything done in Austria is not done by Austrians. My heart goes My heart goes out to the good men I know, men and women that are suffering in untold ways from this war. But the little clique that manages Austria doesn't do anything of itself. There was an ultimatum written in Austria. You know what an ultimatum is. It is a weapon by which you get around the bankers; by which you make a flank movement on finance; by which certain men are able to bring about results without having the bankers blocking them, as they always do, Germany didn't bring on this war. I have hundreds of dear friends in Germany, and every one has written many didn't bring on the war. I know very well that the people of Germany didn't want war.. I have lectured in Germany in what I prayerfully thought was German, and a great many people have come out to hear my lectures. It wasn't compulsory that they should come-the only thing I have found in Germany that wasn't compulsory was an attendance at my lectures. But I know that the great, warm heart of Germany was not aching for war. There were men in Germany who knew about this ultimatum-they haven't handed in their names yet. I doubt very much if the Kaiser wanted war. We are accustomed to abuse him because he is a long way off, but let's be just when we don't know, and say the ultimatum was a wicked thing, and let it go at that. France didn't bring on this war. I was a student in France nearly forty years ago, after I was a teacher in this Shortridge high school, and I have seen the steady growth of the people in France in moral strength, in intellectual power, and in the ability to care for and control themselves. There was a time over forty years ago when France was sorely tried. It was when her two provinces, Alsace and Lorraine, were thrown overboard rather than suffer something worse, and there were many people who saw the sad plight of those folks in Alsace and Lorraine, marching out on the muddy roads from Metz toward Nancy, from Colmar and Mulhausen toward Belfort, driving their cattle and their sheep and their pigs before them, leading the old men and carrying the children, not because they hated Germany, but because they would not allow their sons to grow up and be conscripts under a nation that might have to fight their own. This was an awful tragedy, and these men and women were not actors in that tragedy; they were the tragedy themselves. But that is gone by. Those generations have died away. The last great apostle of revenge in France, Paul Deroulede, died in Paris. last winter. All Paris came to his funeral, and all France was glad that he had passed away, for in none of the great nations did the people so much. dread war as in France. Alsace or Lorraine did not want war. I have been all over that beautiful country, talking with everybody that seemed to know, and I know that war was the last thing that they want ed. I only saw one man in Alsace or Lorraine who believed that war would come to settle their relations. As they look out from Metz, and see, all the way from Ebersweil to Courcelles, twenty miles of farms which are cemeteries rather than farms, they don't want it again. Too many friends died there. war. Great Britain did not bring on this Some of my friends have said, strangely, that British jealousy of German commerce brought on this war. It is not true. There was a time some twenty or thirty years ago, in the days of Lord Beaconsfield, when Great Britain was enacting a very showy part toward imperialism spread throughout the world, but Great Britain repented with the Boer war, and now the whole nation is in the hands of men who have wanted to be at peace with their neighbors. I have traveled within this year twenty-five thousand miles on steamers of the North German Lloyd Company. I can see how German commerce has grown, by seeing how carefully these men have attended to every interest of their shippers; how they make the travelers feel as personal guests; how they do not throw. trunks out into the sea because they are in too great a hurry to take care of them, as British steamers have been known to do; they have cared for them in the carefullest and best way. It has been a great sorrow to me to see the Scharnhorst and the Gneisenau, two beautiful passenger steamers where people were so well cared for, turned pirate on the high seas and sunk off the Falkland Islands. They were sisters ships to the Clyde and |