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The Toys of Peace

by H.H. Munro ("Saki")
Contents:

The Toys of Peace
Louise

Tea
The Disappearance of Crispina Umberleigh

The Wolves of Cernogratz
Louis

The Guests
The Penance

The Phantom Luncheon
A Bread and Butter Miss

Bertie's Christmas Eve
Forewarned

The Interlopers
Quail Seed

Canossa
The Threat

Excepting Mrs. Pentherby
Mark

The Hedgehog
The Mappined Life

Fate
The Bull

Morlvera
Shock Tactics

The Seven Cream Jugs
The Occasional Garden

The Sheep
The Oversight

Hyacinth
The Image of the Lost Soul

The Purple of the Balkan Kings
The Cupboard of the Yesterdays

For the Duration of the War
THE TOYS OF PEACE

"Harvey," said Eleanor Bope, handing her brother a cutting from a
London morning paper of the 19th of March, "just read this about

children's toys, please; it exactly carries out some of our ideas
about influence and upbringing."

"In the view of the National Peace Council," ran the extract, "there
are grave objections to presenting our boys with regiments of

fighting men, batteries of guns, and squadrons of 'Dreadnoughts.'
Boys, the Council admits, naturally love fighting and all the

panoply of war . . . but that is no reason for encouraging, and
perhaps giving permanent form to, their primitiveinstincts. At the

Children's Welfare Exhibition, which opens at Olympia in three
weeks' time, the Peace Council will make an alternative suggestion

to parents in the shape of an exhibition" target="_blank" title="n.展览;显示;表演">exhibition of 'peace toys.' In front
of a specially-painted representation of the Peace Palace at The

Hague will be grouped, not miniature soldiers but miniature
civilians, not guns but ploughs and the tools of industry . . . It

is hoped that manufacturers may take a hint from the exhibit, which
will bear fruit in the toy shops."

"The idea is certainly an interesting and very well-meaning one,"
said Harvey; "whether it would succeed well in practice--"

"We must try," interrupted his sister; "you are coming down to us at
Easter, and you always bring the boys some toys, so that will be an

excellent opportunity for you to inaugurate the new experiment. Go
about in the shops and buy any little toys and models that have

special bearing on civilian life in its more peaceful aspects. Of
course you must explain the toys to the children and interest them

in the new idea. I regret to say that the 'Siege of Adrianople'
toy, that their Aunt Susan sent them, didn't need any explanation;

they knew all the uniforms and flags, and even the names of the
respective commanders, and when I heard them one day using what

seemed to be the most objectionable language they said it was
Bulgarian words of command; of course it MAY have been, but at any

rate I took the toy away from them. Now I shall expect your Easter
gifts to give quite a new impulse and direction to the children's

minds; Eric is not eleven yet, and Bertie is only nine-and-a-half,
so they are really at a most impressionable age."

"There is primitiveinstinct to be taken into consideration, you
know," said Henry doubtfully, "and hereditary tendencies as well.

One of their great-uncles fought in the most intolerant fashion at
Inkerman--he was specially mentioned in dispatches, I believe--and

their great-grandfather smashed all his Whig neighbours' hot houses
when the great Reform Bill was passed. Still, as you say, they are

at an impressionable age. I will do my best."
On Easter Saturday Harvey Bope unpacked a large, promising-looking

red cardboard box under the expectant eyes of his nephews. "Your
uncle has brought you the newest thing in toys," Eleanor had said

impressively, and youthfulanticipation had been anxiously divided
between Albanian soldiery and a Somali camel-corps. Eric was hotly

in favour of the latter contingency. "There would be Arabs on
horseback," he whispered; "the Albanians have got jolly uniforms,

and they fight all day long, and all night, too, when there's a
moon, but the country's rocky, so they've got no cavalry."

A quantity of crinkly paper shavings was the first thing that met
the view when the lid was removed; the most exiting toys always

began like that. Harvey pushed back the top layer and drew forth a
square, rather featureless building.

"It's a fort!" exclaimed Bertie.
"It isn't, it's the palace of the Mpret of Albania," said Eric,

immensely proud of his knowledge of the exotic title; "it's got no
windows, you see, so that passers-by can't fire in at the Royal

Family."
"It's a municipal dust-bin," said Harvey hurriedly; "you see all the

refuse and litter of a town is collected there, instead of lying
about and injuring the health of the citizens."

In an awful silence he disinterred a little lead figure of a man in
black clothes.

"That," he said, "is a distinguishedcivilian, John Stuart Mill. He
was an authority on political economy."

"Why?" asked Bertie.
"Well, he wanted to be; he thought it was a useful thing to be."

Bertie gave an expressive grunt, which conveyed his opinion that
there was no accounting for tastes.

Another square building came out, this time with windows and
chimneys.

"A model of the Manchester branch of the Young Women's Christian
Association," said Harvey.

"Are there any lions?" asked Eric hopefully. He had been reading
Roman history and thought that where you found Christians you might

reasonably expect to find a few lions.
"There are no lions," said Harvey. "Here is another civilian,

Robert Raikes, the founder of Sunday schools, and here is a model of
a municipal wash-house. These little round things are loaves backed

in a sanitary bakehouse. That lead figure is a sanitary inspector,
this one is a district councillor, and this one is an official of

the Local Government Board."
"What does he do?" asked Eric wearily.

"He sees to things connected with his Department," said Harvey.
"This box with a slit in it is a ballot-box. Votes are put into it

at election times."
"What is put into it at other times?" asked Bertie.

"Nothing. And here are some tools of industry, a wheelbarrow and a
hoe, and I think these are meant for hop-poles. This is a model

beehive, and that is a ventilator, for ventilating sewers. This
seems to be another municipal dust-bin--no, it is a model of a

school of art and public library. This little lead figure is Mrs.
Hemans, a poetess, and this is Rowland Hill, who introduced the

system of penny postage. This is Sir John Herschel, the eminent
astrologer."

"Are we to play with these civilian figures?" asked Eric.
"Of course," said Harvey, "these are toys; they are meant to be

played with."
"But how?"

It was rather a poser. "You might make two of them contest a seat
in Parliament," said Harvey, "an have an election--"

"With rotten eggs, and free fights, and ever so many broken heads!"
exclaimed Eric.

"And noses all bleeding and everybody drunk as can be," echoed
Bertie, who had carefully studied one of Hogarth's pictures.

"Nothing of the kind," said Harvey, "nothing in the least like that.
Votes will be put in the ballot-box, and the Mayor will count them--

and he will say which has received the most votes, and then the two
candidates will thank him for presiding, and each will say that the

contest has been conducted throughout in the pleasantest and most
straightforward fashion, and they part with expressions of mutual

esteem. There's a jolly game for you boys to play. I never had
such toys when I was young."

"I don't think we'll play with them just now," said Eric, with an
entire absence of the enthusiasm that his uncle had shown; "I think

perhaps we ought to do a little of our holiday task. It's history
this time; we've got to learn up something about the Bourbon period

in France."
"The Bourbon period," said Harvey, with some disapproval in his

voice.
"We've got to know something about Louis the Fourteenth," continued

Eric; "I've learnt the names of all the principal battles already."
This would never do. "There were, of course, some battles fought

during his reign," said Harvey, "but I fancy the accounts of them
were much exaggerated; news was very unreliable in those days, and

there were practically no war correspondents, so generals and
commanders could magnify every little skirmish they engaged in till

they reached the proportions of decisive battles. Louis was really
famous, now, as a landscapegardener; the way he laid out Versailles

was so much admired that it was copied all over Europe."
"Do you know anything about Madame Du Barry?" asked Eric; "didn't

she have her head chopped off?"
"She was another great lover of gardening," said Harvey, evasively;

"in fact, I believe the well known rose Du Barry was named after
her, and now I think you had better play for a little and leave your

lessons till later."
Harvey retreated to the library and spent some thirty or forty

minutes in wondering whether it would be possible to compile a
history, for use in elementary schools, in which there should be no

prominent mention of battles, massacres, murderous intrigues, and
violent deaths. The York and Lancaster period and the Napoleonic

era would, he admitted to himself, present considerable
difficulties, and the Thirty Years' War would entail something of a

gap if you left it out altogether. Still, it would be something
gained if, at a highly impressionable age, children could be got to

fix their attention on the invention of calico printing instead of
the Spanish Armada or the Battle of Waterloo.

It was time, he thought, to go back to the boys' room, and see how
they were getting on with their peace toys. As he stood outside the

door he could hear Eric's voice raised in command; Bertie chimed in
now and again with a helpful suggestion.

"That is Louis the Fourteenth," Eric was saying, "that one in knee-
breeches, that Uncle said invented Sunday schools. It isn't a bit

like him, but it'll have to do."
"We'll give him a purple coat from my paintbox by and by," said

Bertie.
"Yes, an' red heels. That is Madame de Maintenon, that one he

called Mrs. Hemans. She begs Louis not to go on this expedition,
but he turns a deaf ear. He takes Marshal Saxe with him, and we

must pretend that they have thousands of men with them. The
watchword is Qui vive? and the answer is L'etat c'est moi--that was



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