_- Turexy THousanp Pueasants were killed, on Col- 
bus Day! Legislators may well plan to have the open 
son shortened. What a pitiable loss to the state? It 
not so cruel to kill pheasants as peasants, but there are 
egrees of cruelty. Give the pheasants a chance! True, 
pheasants are listed by the game wardens as “game birds.” 
Only in recent years this bird has increased in number 
‘so that they are noticable. It was the late Senator Mc- 
Millan of Michigan that was responsible in a large meas- 
ure for the increase of the pheasant in this locality. 
_ When he established his summer home at Manchester 
some twenty years ago he devoted part of the estate to 
a deer park and nearby was a large enclosure in which he 
_ kept a large number of most gorgeously colored pheasants, 
as well as other birds. After his death the deer were 
given their freedom and the pheasants, also, were liber- 
ated. Other pheasants were liberated along the shore at 
stated times and in stated numbers for several years, and 
these have increased so that today there are thousands 
of them. 
be 
Cermany SEEMs To ConTINUE its “whittling down” 
policy—using submarines to sink English naval vessels 
and avoiding a real naval contest. So far the submarine 
has had its day. It remains for the naval forces to meet. 
Or is this contest to be one of armed forces on land rather 
than on the sea? 
Tur Rescue of Maurice ALLEN of Ware from a 
death in quicksands twenty-five feet below the ground was 
a triumph. A whole town labored a night and day to 
save a man’s life. Such are the blessings of peace. 
What a commentary on the tragedies now being enacted 
in Belgium. 
Tur Sourn, THatT OpjecteD so “generously” to a 
protective tariff for wool has been perfectly willing to 
cover the embarrassments of that district due to the cot- 
ton situation, by a national bond issue. Fortunately the 
issue failed. 
A ZEPPELIN Over Lonpon and a few German bombs 
dropped on English soil would result in such a rallying 
to the English colors that it is doubtful whether Great 
Britain’s army department would not welcome such a 
foray. 
Ture Drovcut Has Bren Broken and rain fell. 
The pleasant weather was good but the rain was more 
than welcome. The forest fires are quenched and the 
hunting season is again opened. 
Anp Tart Cats Private Lire “the apple tree of 
observation.” True brother; so do the growers accord- 
ing to the prices being received for the fruit. 
Tur Buy-a-BatE-or-Corton slogan has been put in 
the shade by the “eat-an-apple-a-day” campaign. 
Tuere 1s Nor Mucu 1n CoMMON in “Eliotism” and 
“Munsterbergism.” 
Times Are As Harp as the business man wishes to 
make them. 
Tue War BRINGS PROSPERITY to the Maine “sardine” 
industry. 
June 17—MassacuuseETts Day at Panama Exposi- 
_tion. 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
7 
It 1s PRoposED by the Boston & Maine to increase the 
fifty-ride book rates. For example the rates from Beverly 
Farms to Boston for fifty rides will be increased from 
$16.40 to $23.00, and from Manchester to Boston from 
$19.65 to $26.00. The fifty-ride books from the same 
station to Beverly will be increased to five dollars and 
seven dollars, respectively. The fifty-ride rate will be at 
the same rate as the single tickets now are. ‘The rail- 
roads have been having a hard time of it. The H. C. of 
L. has seriously embarrassed them, but such an increase 
as is proposed is unfair to the residents of the towns and 
cities just outside the metropolitan zone. A comparison 
of the fares charged around Boston and around Salem 
as centers would be interesting. The proposed increases 
are too heavy and the remonstrances filed by the towns 
and cities along the line ought to be heeded by the rail- 
road commissioners. 
(From the Providence Journal) 
THE MUNSTERBERGS, THE BERNSTORFFS, THE RIDDERS 
and all the subsidized agents of the German Government 
are persisting in their frantic appeals to the Journal and 
many other newspapers in the attempt to curb the honest 
and heartfelt indignation of the American people. These 
representatives of German “culture,” together with the 
Kuhn-Loebs of the commercial world, in the fatuous 
“patriotism,” or blindness, believe that the newspapers 
are responsible for the most spontaneous and universal 
protest that the American people has ever made in its 
history. If German money, or the specious arguments of 
German professors, could change the course of every 
newspaper in the United States tomorrow the sentiment 
of the country would still remain the same. Br the 
German Kaiser and his Government have been convicted, 
not by the false reasoning of the American press, not by 
lies or special pleading, but out of their own mouths. 
America needs only a single justification for her attitude. 
She finds it in the one word—BELGIUM. William of 
Germany and his people have an account to square with 
God that no sophistry can wipe out. For they have wil- 
fully, and in their mad passion for conquest, turned a 
fair land into a shambles, taken a peaceable little nation 
by the throat, torn it into bleeding fragments and crushed 
its very heart beneath their iron tread. The stories of 
individual German atrocities may not all be true, though 
there is proof that many of them are. But whatever is 
true and whatever is false, this one thing stands out so 
over-shadowing in its monstrous cruelty and barbarism 
that it forces the hoarse cry of “GUILTY” from every 
man and woman in the world whose being throbs with a 
spark of human love or the spirit of justice. The preser- 
vation of Germany’s national power, her boasted military 
machine, her position in art and the sciences, and com- 
merce, are no longer dependent for preservation on her 
victories in the field. They are destroyed already, and 
she will toil on towards the light through many genera- 
tions of bitter years before she rises from her knees again. 
Not because great armaments will have beaten her down— 
not because she has been hurled back in her crusade of 
butchery and invasion. No. But becauses, purporting 
to be a great civilized race, worthy of “a place in the 
sun,” she has proclaimed to the world that a treaty is 
only a scrap of paper, and, by the hand of a paranoiac 
who poses as the chosen of God himself, has deluged with 
the blood of murdered thousands a land whose peace she 
had sworn to protect and hold inviolate. All the tramp- 
ing of Germany’s legions, all the thunder of her bombs and 
batteries cannot drown out the cry of one little Belgian 
child. 
