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PAGE TWO THE LIBERAL Established 1878 AN INDEPENDENT WEEKLY PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY AT RICHMOND HILL THE LIBERAL PRINTI'Nh CO” LTD. J. Eachern Smith. Manager Member Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Subscription $1.50 per year Covering Canada’s Best Suburban District. Advertising Rates on Application. THURSDAY, MARCH 15th, 1934 a, DOES WARFARE INCREASE WITH CIVILIZATION Edwin C. Hill, wellâ€"known Amreican writer, in an article says: “Sometimes one questions whether mankind I has learned much of true value in the past ten thousand years-‘ We used to conclude from reading our history books that war was the great evil of the extreme past, of unde- veloped humanity, before civilization began to make any impress. Our heads were full of the wars of Alexander and the great Asiatic despots, of the conquests of Rome and of the bloody conflicts of the Dark Ages and the Reformation. ' “But the scientific examination does not bear out that conclusion at all, and it does lead to the conclusion that the morercivilization we have, the more wars we have. At least that is the assertion made by sociologists of Harvard University. Their figUres show that/war was really an insignificant part of man’s activities up to the seventeenth century, and that ever since then it has steadily increased and grown more horrible. ‘ “In the first part of the present century the tide of war rose to the high water mark of the ages. The Har- vard scientists, looking at the history of war with a cold dispassionate idea, express the grim opinion that war does not tend to disappear -with the progress of civilization. They go even. further and say that all the commendable hopes that war will disappear in the near future are based on nothing more substantial than hope and a belief in miracles. In fact, they assume, from the record of the past few thousand years, that future wars, fiercer than have Iever been fought before, can‘ be avoided only by a mirac e. _Far from declining, Wars increase in number and in- tensnty as nations expand and grow rich, and the worst explosion since the dawn of history took place in our own time. As Mr. Arthur Mee recently wrote in the British publication, My Magazine, time has brought us marching into a world almost beyond the dreams of yesterday. We have come into an astounding age, into a world in which a man Can find no peace, no leisure, no thinking time. “There was a time when.politics was the noble busiâ€" ness of lifting up mankind. But politics has become com- merCialized, sunk in a mire of selfishness. Throughout the world, there is discontent, the greatest danger con- fronting mankind. Everywhere, ago-old institutions are breaking up. Dictator after dictator arrives on the scene and crushed liberalism. ' ‘_ “In the heart of millions there is terror that there may fall upon humanity a thing unspeakable. “The millions of young people, eager, delightful, un- heeding, may see death raining on them from the skies. There are men in the world who are looking forward to it, and preparing for it. - There is a spirit in the world that is hiding its time. “One thing alone can stop wars and preserve the fu- ture‘from this blight, and that is liberalismâ€"the spread of goodwill among men and their neighbors, regardless of the language they speak. We must hate nobody, have charity, and-think no ‘eVll, and be ready to share the world with all. Ho'm' . “It is a’simple'gosp‘el two thousand years old, but as true) tb-day, as the day ‘it‘ 'Was spoken from the Mount. There, is only one question inlife that demands an answer: 'men to toil forever, building up destruction, to be' destroyed in the end by the’things thy have made?” OICCIOfiQQO THE CASE AGAINST WAR The following from the :pen of Editor Thomas of the Bracebridge Gazette will hit the spot with a lot of folks who occaSionally do a little thinking for themselves. There is unfortunately only too much truth in what he says so forcibly: . . “The Old World is in a mess. Russia and Japan are feverishly preparing for war. Neither may want it but apparently both expect it. Riots are occurring in Spain. Francois almost in a state of civil war.‘ Austria has a revolution on its hands. Germany is openly defying the world to prevent her arming for any emergency. England and France have a kind of commercial war between them- selves. The business wars are alWays dangerous. It was commercial greed that was at the foundation of the Great War. Will Canada keep out? Probably not. There are too in my big people anx1ous to make more millions. These big fe ows can com some phrases like ‘A War to End War,’ or “Make the world safe for democracy,’ and sap-headed Cana- dians Will let their head sap ferment. They did it before. Men who have guns to sell or horses to sell or airplanes to sell or p01son to sell could come to Muskoka and get a few to rant about ‘Saving the Empire’ and most of you would go crazy. For fifty years I have'watched you. Often ad- mired you. Sometimes pitied you; sometimes despised you. You are soft heartedIbut you are also soft headed. You don t reason things out. A man can say ‘Sic im, Tiger’ and his dog Will rush to battle with dog, steer or human. Who wants to be a dog? Canada has no quarrel With any peo- ple. All the money we spent, all the lives we lost, all the distress that fOIIOWed did no good whatever. There has been less real democracy since than there was before. For- eign wars never ‘dld any good. eGnei'al McRea, a very prom inent Conservative Senator, recently asserted Canada must not send soldiers to fight outside their country. “No Canadian lifeshould be sacrificed on the future battle~ fields of Europe,” says the Quarter-Master General] of Canada in the last war. This is the time to say it. This is the t1me all influential people should say it. Let the world understand, let ALL the world understand, that Canadais not a partner in their quarrels. Many little tin pot nations declared war against Germany about 1918 to give them an_excuse to steal German ships in their ports Dl‘Oléefi‘tydn their (ionfines but Canada didn‘t s:eal any~ r 1119;. e Just ost, 0st, lost. Now i‘ ' ‘i the folly and futility of war.” 5 the 1 me to i am Advertsie in “Fl-"he Liberal.” To the United States $2.00 TEL. r "HONE 9. THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO THURSDAY, MARCH 15th, 1934 Markham Township Boy, Now Missionary In‘ South America Has Narrow Escape from Death When Beaten and Stoned by Natives The loffowing letter received by Mrs. John Grant, Unionville, from her brother Emanuel Prentice a mission- ary in Cuenca, Ecuador South Amer- ica, gives a glimpse of the trails and hardships of those who carry the gospel message to the far flung cor- ners of the earth. The writer of the letter is a brother of Ken Prentice of Markham and a son of Mr. and Mrs. G. Prentice, Milliken, an dis well known to many throughout this dis- trict. Telling of an exciting experâ€" ience in which he nearly met death, Mr. Prentice writes as follows: You refer to something George told you about my getting a stoning. Yes, it is true. I nearly became one of the martyrs. Though I want to say here that it was something I was not look- ing for and I would not for one minâ€" ute want myself to be considered alongside some of those grand men and women who gave up their lives for Jesus in the Inquisition or in early Christian times. This place, Cuenca, is the most fan- atical centre of all Ecuador, and pos- sibly toâ€"day of any other part of South America. I have never yet seen anything like it for the way in which we are most cordially hated to the degree that such haters of us would gladly end our days if they could and think they are doing God and humanity a great service. Never- theleSS, in the city itself we are quite safe. The danger commences once; we are in the small country villages where there is no adequate police force. I had gone out walking sev- eral nice sunny afternoons outside the city limits distributing tracts and so had come to the conclusion that the fierce rabid fanaticism had been worn down a little by the two years res- idence here of my immediate pre- decessors. The last Sunday in June was a beautiful sunny day. I had often wanted to take a walk out to the old leper asylum which is a few minutes outside Cuenca. So when a young man came along whom I knew some years ago in Guayaquil we started out early in the afternoon for the point where the old buildings were, taking a number of good Gospel tracts with us for distribution as we might have opportunity. We gave out tracts all along the street that took us to the outskirts of the city and along the country road that took ,us to near the village. Then, accord- ing to my custom that experience has taught me, We gave out no more literature. We wait until we are leav- ing ttmm and then give out our papers so that by the time a mob has gath- cred we are outside the village. Otherwise we might find a raging mass of humanity like angry wasps waiting for us. So We went through the little village which was nothing more than a cluster of about a dozen mud hovels‘ on each side of the high- way inhabited mostly by half-breeds and Indians. On coming to the last house, however, I saw a couple of men who looked as though they were in possession of their brains and not the'priest. One of them was» on horseback. I noticed that this latter had a hard mouth and looked like a criminal but withal a man who seem- ed to be able to reason for himself. The other man was standing. He was the local saloon keeper, I judged, as he was standing in front of the open doorway through which I saw the kegs of alcohol and bottles on the shelves. He was a fine looking fellow about six feet tall. I selected the best tract I had and gave one to each, who received them nicely. Then we continued on our way. i From this house onward the roadâ€" way was cut down so that the banks on each side were about ten feet high- er than the road. A road in this country is not like our roads at home, excepting in certain limited parts. It is' merely a narrow strip about four or five feet wide and in some places much narrower for horses and mules. ‘Suddenly this road led us out on the brow of a gulley. There, about two hundred feet below us and about 600 yards to our right we saw the old asylum. It was a picturesque place. The building being down between the hills was protected from the winds. It was made of mud biick nicely plas- tered and whitewashed. The roof was of red tiles. We could see all the inside patios from where we stood. After admiring it and the situation. ‘of the building with its willows alongl of Ecuador. Shouting from the hill behind lwhich we had just left. Turning I saw a. man dressed in a blue suit shouting and making motions with his arms. Thinking that he was calling to me for tracts because of his having seen the others, I stopped and called back to him. As I received no answer I called back to him again. Shortly, however, I heard the word “thief” which was soon followed by a. stone coming our way from up over the bank on the other side of the road. At once I saw that we were in a nest of raging reasonless fanatics, and rapidly decided that the best thing to do was to run as fast as we could straight ahead to a point where we could select another road on which to return to Cuenca. So along the side of the old building we ran, turned a corner, and went down to another gulley on the other side of the building, though much shallower than the other one. The road thus far, too, was ten feet below the precipitous bank on the other side of the road from the old asylum build ing. After going up the other gulley a short distance we turned up a road to our right which ascended a hill. I can assure you that in this altitude my breathing was like a steam engine going up a hill. We had gone up this road about five hundred yards when we arrived in front of a house with a balcony upstairs facing the road. We noticed a. cholo woman standing there. Suddenly a rough looking individual dropped down to the roadway with his poncho full of stones while another similar looking chap did so from the other side. They were maddcr than wet hens. They commenced to call me, in Spanish, of «course, such nice names as “heretic, thief, rascal, damned, etc.” I have learned that the heart of fanaticism is really fear, and that s l USIMany of these Indians are experts with the sling as in old biblical times. A few years ago a detachment of soldiers armed with rifles was nearly annihilated because these fellows Were such good shots from the surrounding hilltops from which they flung their stones under cover of maguey plants and other low brush. The govern- ' that I had. ment was only able to quell them by sending a superior number of troops armed with cannon who also set fire to their houses and shot the Whole bunch, men and women and children. However, you must remember that these Indians are not the same as our Indians in North America excepting in their colour. These fellows are agriculturists, are semiâ€"civilized, weave their own coarse woollen gar- ments, and are under the thumb of ignorant. priests as much slaves as any who were bought and sold in the slave markets of the Southern States. Well, when I reached this stage in the road a stone hit me on the right side of my head. I remember saying to myself: “Well, that hardly hurt me at all. It won’t be so bad after all to die stoned to death.” At this point the road dipped down into the1 gulley. I did not see how We could. ever reach the other side alive for our pursuers had the entire advantage over us. It would be like casting stones on rats caught in the bottom of a well. I remembered, however, how the Lord cared so miraculously for Israel when leaving Egypt. ‘80 I' plunged down calling on Him to be pleased to show His ancient power. And He did. It was marvellous. Stones, big and small, peppered the side of the gulley up which I was climbing, under me, on either side of me, and above me, sending the dust and pebbles flying. But I do not re- member one hitting me. As I gained the road on the other often one can cow these fellows by Side of the guney I began to breathe sternly reproving them. So I warned a little easier. I thought that we them to be careful as to what thcylwere outdistancing our assailants and) did as I was well known to the auth- would soon be out of danger, How. critics ‘in the city, and therefore, it ever, I noticed that some stones from would surely go hard with them if behind were com-ing, just a little too they did us any violence. And above near me' One gave me a nasty hit everything I never Showed 3' Sign“ Of on the left arm. I turned around and fear. I was able to check them. But saw an Indian with his poncho held now the ringleader came on the. up like a woman’s apron in which he, scene. He was the young fellow I carried a number of nasty rocks had seen back on the hill, and he was which he was throwing at me, I saw boiling mad. He saluted me with the he was gaining on ma 1 was pretty same nice words that the other well out of wind but as he was, used "Christians" had' used. He answered to running like this he was as. fries}, me then with other words so filthy as a gazeue, So I determined on a that I cannot repeat them here. I bold move for I saw that a. stone saw what the murderous intentions of thrown by him might easily break my this “Christian” (strange as it may back. I turned and ran to him. I seem to you all these people consider remember having caught; in my hands themselves Christians and doing the one of the stones which he threw at Christian duty on dealing with -me 'me_ Rather absentmindcdly I kept in this way) were. So I said as far it in my right hand as I ran toward as I can remember: “Well, I see that him_ My purpose was to grab him 'our intentions are to kill us. SO’ by the poncho and toss him over into proceed with your work. But as a the quebrada (gulley) whose precipit- friend I would remind you that I ous side ran right up to the roadway. carry apapers from the governor of As I reached out to grab him I heard this province as well as the chief of a- most murderous, yelling behind me. police for the province demanding of A group of folk, mostly women, had all local authorities to give me police come out of the village. I also stantly that if I did what I proposed protection when necessary. I saw in- have in my house my passport which to do I would. only incite the angry has been vised by the officers of the human 'Wasps to rag-ing acts of blind republic 5° that I am entitled to fun Ivengeance. .So I feinted to catch the police protection. And no doubt the: {ndiam made him pass me, and then Consul of Great Britain will insist on I ran him, an investigation being made. So, my friend, it may be that in the long run you will suffer more than I.” 1 Seeing the stone in my hand he thought of course that I would throw it at him. So he sprint- ed‘ up the path ahead of me like 3. These words had the effect of making deer, and I like one in hot pursuit. him stop. So with a most demoniacal expression he said: “Well, we will let this one go, but this other one (my Ecuadorian companion) is going to get it good and hard.” I had to think rapidly. It would never do for me to stand still and See my companion so badly treated. If he was to suffer then it would be with me accompany- ing him. So I cleared the space be- By this time, however, We were well hedged in. Our pursuers from behind began to catch up Those from the village were drawing on. Stones now came thick and fast. I saw the road widening out to the right for the gulley now drew away back from the road.’ I thought that I would strike through there for an opening in the maguey hedge and run for liberty. tween me and my companion in double It seemed as though my move only qumk OTd'el‘ Punting“ myself at hislmoved the mob to redoubled efforts. side. Then We CommenCEd to run I received some more nice wallops on doubling back on our tracks. for town. the head, arm, back and legs. Finally Wemade pretty good time alright. sempconscious, I fell to the gTound But the whole countryside was arous- ed. Dogs were barking, men were shouting, and women were Screaming. As I ran along the side of the old expecting that now I was down, a big stone would be thrown on my head and that would be the end of my existence in this present world. asylum I decided to keep to the right” might assure you that as I lay 0f the road as tlg‘ht t0 the IJI'eClpit-ithcre I became almost impatient that ous bank as possible. I had I00k(’(l;the final stroke did not come soon. UP and 521W running in the field be- 1 But as none came I began to wonder hind the hedge of niagucy (cactus) ,what was going to happen~ As soon blunts a rather oldish man With a as it dawned on me that there was ; gun, one of the small muzzle loadinglchance to escape I continued to lav shot guns which are quite Common among the poorer class of penile. very still as I (lid not want Hi.- 5‘; 3‘. is to think there was very much life lthe side of the little brook which ran Soon it was fired with a tremendous left in me. lthrough the gulley we started down the path toward the building which we crossed. We had the gulle and were walking in the road alongside; crosscd echo among the hills We doubled the corner of the building and raced to- ward the valley. Near the gulley the After laying there about ten main- utes I heard someone say: "What are you afraid of? bank on the right completely (llsap- examan all his pockets] Sonn some- limits so that I was exposed to lllUSG one came to me and commenced tl-i A I , . ' | J . . tht niilding “hen I heard somcone 1 who lived up in the house therehaul out of my pockets all the paucrs Go up to him and' that I had left. I remember that I had a little change in one pocket and‘ a five Sucre bill. The fellow showed this to the one who was ordering. what should be done but he told him to put it back and only take the papers Among the things that were taken was a good Catholic Test- ament, the best Catholic versionuin Spanish that exists, and which is not given out any more by the priests. Soon I heard a fellow say: “Bring‘on some coalâ€"oil and matches and burn everything.” I thought: “Well, I see my end is to go up in smoke.” But suddenly all voices were silenced, Minute succeeded minute and nothing more happened. I began to think of how to get home. I considered stayâ€" ing where I was until dark and.thenv under cover of darkness make my way home. Finally after ten minutes more my companion came to me saying: “They have all gone." I was quite amazed. But I sat up. Then I saw that I was badly wounded. I found that I could not bend my left arm. I could hardly bear my weight on my left foot. Warm blood was running down my face and neck. My com’panio'n Was In just as bad a plight as I. Then he told me his story. He told me that when I fell the others concentrated on him. From up the bank‘abo’ut seven feet some- one threw a stone which lighted on the tOp of his head. Someone came running up with a revolver then pressed it against his chest. But Just as he was about to fire it off another man, the fellow dressed in blue, stnuck his arm upwards so that the shot- went off over his shoulder. About this time the man on horse back to whom we had given a tract passed by and my friend hollered out: “Help! Help!" But the other replied cold- bloodedly. “No, it would be better that they kill you” and went on his way. Then some of the roughnecks took him up bodily and threw him down on the hard roadway. He was left there. I soon decided that the best thing for us‘ to do would be to continue back to Cuenca on the road which came even right through the little village. I saw that if we sought out another road our condition would alarm other people who might see us. If we waited until dark we might be set upon and murdered. So trusting the Lord, we turned homewards limp- ing as we went with the blood trickâ€" ling down our faces until we must have looked like butchered hogs. I was greatly surprised as we Went through the village to see every house shut up with the exception of the last one Where a couple of women in the doorway looked aghast at us. When I came to the city limits the people in the street looked incredul: oust at us and soon commenced to gather in groups. I hoped to not meet with any policemen but get home by some side streets. However, I ran right into a group of three policemen with whom was the son of the Chief? of ’Police. .='At first the policemen-not knowing who I was, spoke rather roughly to me asking me what kind of a fight I had been in. told them to go back and enquire of- the fanatics the facts of the matter my speech betrayed me and they gasped with surprise. The son of the Police Chief came up then and orderâ€" ed them to take me immediately to Police headquarters for the investi. gation. I protested, but it was of no Continued on page 6 Travel Service Steamship Reservations to Great Britain and the Continent. 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