n; opinion in England that peace moves must wait.

Sept. 12--Kaiser has received informal inquiry from United States
Government; Allies will unite in demanding compensation for Belgium.

Sept. 17--Report of preliminary steps for peace between Austria and
Russia; Ambassador Gerard reports conversation with German Chancellor,
suggesting that Allies state terms.

Sept. 18--England denies that Germany and Austria have made peace
proposals; Gerard's message will probably be sent to Allies, but United
States will make no further move at present; President Wilson receives
appeal from women of all nations and from General Conference of Friends.

Sept. 19--Ambassador Gerard's message has not been forwarded to any
embassy; National Peace Council in England thanks President Wilson for
mediation offer.

Sept. 21--President Wilson believes time has not come to move for peace;
he receives appeal from suffragists.

Sept. 23--Ambassador von Bernstorff denies that German Government
initiated peace propositions.

Sept. 26--Churches start peace campaigns to further efforts made by
President Wilson.

Oct. 4--Prayers for peace held in churches throughout United States in
accordance with request in proclamation by President Wilson.

*THE MEN OF THE EMDEN.*

By THOMAS R. YBARRA.

What matter if you
Be stanch and true
To the British blood in the veins of you,
When it's "hip hurrah!" for a deed well done,
For a fight well fought and a race well run--
What matter if you be true?
Hats off to the Emden's crew!

Theirs was the life of the storm-god's folk,
Uncounted miles from the Fatherland,
With a foe beneath every wisp of smoke,
And a menace in every strip of strand.
Up, glasses! Paul Jones was but one of these,
Hull, Bainbridge, Decatur, their brothers, too!
(Ha! those pirate nights
In a ring of foes,
When you douse your lights
And drive home your blows!)
Hats off to the Emden's crew!

Erect on the wave-washed decks stood they
And heard with a Viking's grim delight
The whirr of the wings of death by day
And the voice of death in their dreams by night!
Under the sweep of the wings of death,
By the blazing gun, in the tempest's breath,
While a world of enemies strove and fumed,
Remote, unaided, undaunted, doomed,
They stood--is there any, friend or foe,
Who will choke a cheer?--who can still but scoff?
No, no, by the gods of valor, no!
To the Emden