Down across the broad fields of by-ways of our land, on through main traveled roads and the busy thoroughfares of cities, drives the heavy chariot of Mars, his sleek black horses caparisoned with shining armor. As he sounds his silver bugle, thousands of fair youths heed its call, and trudge bravely forth to do his bidding. From shop and home they come, from the canons of great cities, from the gray cloisters of the universities, all march behind the great van of the tyrant, all with high ideals and hearts undisturbed by the grim realities around them. For theirs is the task of cleansing the modern Augean stables, and with mighty arm and mind they bend to the task.

And those who remain behind are striving to do their best, so as to take the place of the men who have gone before, when Mars has given them up as a pawn, in the great game. The men at home are dropping the philosophical volume, the poets' lore, for the slide rule and the law of the chemist, in answer to the call of stern necessity. The arts are neglected while the sciences come into their own. And for the moment perhaps, this is best while Mars' cloud lowers on the horizon.

But for those who neglect the less exact sciences, a word of warning. When the war is over a period of reconstruction will come, unparalleled in the world's history. This will be a world Renaissance, and even so far as the arts of the world are now dragging in the dust, so then they will be raised to a standard as high as they are now low. The engineer and the architect will rebuild broken material Europe, the teacher, the philosopher, the sociologist and the journalist must rebuild the minds of the nations, downtrodden in the struggle with a material might. To plant the flowers and the joys of life again we must not lose from our hands those blue birds of happiness--poetry, painting, and philosophy. Michigan Daily.