can produce, the stipulation would seem to be unnecessary. The
Caucus Party's manifesto is nakedly pro-German. The German Government would accept its terms with delight.'
" In another article on the same question in the same issue, it said: Many have remarked on the noteworthy coincidence that when the Germans were pouring through Belgium, and Paris itself was in danger of capture, no word of peace was heard in Australia. Now, when the forces of the Allies, built up after years of tremendous preparation, are dealing blows that are driving German militarism tottering to its doom, the Labour Party lifts its voice and exerts its influence to stave off Germany's inevitable fate.'
'You see, peace must not be preached at any time. Last year when Germany was getting the worst of it, the mere mention of peace was traitorous. It is still traitorous to mention peace when we are told that the Germans are getting the best of it. In the name of common sense, in the name of humanity, how much longer is this insane attitude to be tolerated ? Last year the Argus said Germany was being driven beyond the Rhine by more certain methods than pacifism can produce.' The Argus had its way. Pacifism was trampled underfoot. But was Germany_driven beyond the Rhine ? The awful fact is that if a sincere effort was made last year an honour- able peace could have been secured, and all the bloodshed and misery that have occurred since would have been averted. Speaking at Maryborough on 18th October 1917 Senator Pearce said:
' Germany wanted peace, and any one in Australia who talked peace to-day was playing the game of Germany. He had come there not to preach peace, but to preach war-war to the knife, until this mul- derer, this international criminal, was bound and gagged
" Aye, the Argus editor, in his comfortable office, safe from the hell of the bursting shell,' preaches war to the knife. Senator Pearce, drawing his fat salary, preaches war, for, SO long as the people keep their thoughts on war, SO long will they neglect to have a reckoning with him and his bungling, incompetent crowd. We could have had peace last year, Senator Pearce said, but peace would not suit his book, SO let the slaughter go on ! But how long, oh, Lord, how long ? The very air reeks with blood. The upturned faces of countless slaughtered men speak one question to the high