A very close friend of mine is expecting a child. Her husband and I were discussing the matter and I made the comment that it almost seems wrong to bring a child into this war threatened world. My friend looked at me and then took a book from his bookcase; thumbed through it, and handed it to me. On the opened page there were some lines under which pencil lines had been drawn. The underlined portion read: "Women know instinctively even when echoing male glory stuff, that communities live, not by slaughter and death, but by creating life and nursing it to its highest possibilities." My friends, those words by George Bernard Shaw are so true. There never has been a time throughout our turbulent history when women gave up hope, and stop having little ones. Come wars, come floods, come storms, come famine, come pestilence, women know that life must go on. No man worth his salt can spare an hour or two in a maternity ward without gaining a deep and lasting respect for womanhood; for even though we seek new and terrible ways to destroy one another, women go on creating life and nursing it to its highest potential.
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