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He'd Rather Die an Eat Meat
George Arliss said that twenty years ago — when a doctor told him he couldn't live without it — and his statement still holds good. In protest against the brutal trapping and slaughter of helpess animals, he gets along — very well, thank you! — as a Vegetarian
By GLADYS HALL
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Twenty years ago, on a train trip across the prairies, Mr. and Mrs. Arliss saw cattle dying by the wholesale, victims of human brutality. From that day hence, they never touched meat again. And they haven't missed it
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E SHOULD not kill !" says George Arliss.
"We have no right to kill to eat. We have
no right to kill animals for our own benefit."
Thus speaks "The Man Who Played
God." He would not kill — or have anyone else kill — in
order to clothe himself (or his wife) with furs ripped
from the twisted bodies of animals trapped for the
purpose. Nor would he countenance, if he could help
it, the wearing of feathers torn from the bleeding
breasts of birds.
He feels that no woman would be a party to the trapping of wild animals if she could once hear the piteous moans of the trapped creatures as they cry out their pain to the unheeding winds. He could not live happily with himself if he ate meat, remembering, as he does, the agonized eyes of cattle as they stand in the blood of those who preceded them and await their turn to die at the hands of the slaughterer. He could not, and he does not, subsist in any way upon the dead bodies of any creatures that have walked the earth.
More than twenty years ago, Mr. and Mrs. Arliss were coming West by train. With, I believe, the late great Minnie Maddern Fiske, herself an ardent member of the various Humane and Anti-Vivisection Societies. Enroute, they noted the herds of cattle along the snow-swept plains, some of the animals nothing but racks of protruding bones, many of them carcasses left there to rot, grim sacrifices on an altar more bloody than that of Baal. The cattle-men, it appeared, found it cheaper to allow the animals to freeze and to starve than to house and feed them during the severe winter. Kindliness — humanity — compassion — what had these benevolent terms to do with animals?
Eat Meat? Never again!
MR. AND MRS. ARLISS looked on these dumb, unburied dead and, for the first time, the suffering of these "lesser brethren" came sharply home to them. As sharp as the
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