The Fellowship of Life
Sir, - The so-called festive season is again approaching, and again are all the horrors of revelry and gluttony painfully apparent. Shows of obese animals are going on; the platforms are blocked with living and dead turkeys, geese, and fowl. Drunken slaughtermen are meeting crates of bleating calves, and, with horrid leers, conveying them to their doom; station barrows are filled with freshly-shot deer and pheasants; pigs are screaming everywhere. The whole country is running in blood; and this not to feed the hungry, but, for the most part, to fill to repletion those who at all times eat not wisely, but too well. A chemist I know of in the North of England regularly lays in a huge store of pills before Christmas, and all are gone by the New Year. Medical men have assured me that the gluttony which marks this season is a rich time of harvest to them. Can anything be more disgusting? Whatever we may call ourselves, surely the unrestrained guzzling that goes on at "Merry Christmas" is neither to our credit nor benefit. - I am, etc.,
Colonel William Lisle B. Coulson
Originally published during December 1903 in the Newcastle Daily Journal.
Repinted a year later by The Humanitarian League in the December edition of their journal The Humanitarian.
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