In two world wars waged within the life time of one generation Death
reaped a prolific harvest. His most formidable scythe in former days was
not war but pestilence. But since medical science has forged all kinds
of weapons wherewith to strike that dreaded tool out of his knuckles he
resorted in our lifetime to a new technique of morticulture which has
yielded him un- dreamt-of results. Using race hatred as fertilizer he
has grown on the soil of the globe a crop of dead whose size baffles the
imagination. The executioners whom he employed in Hitler's Germany kept
careful record of the loathsome work they did for him in torture camps
and gas chambers. They reckoned that six million Jews were delivered to
Death by their efforts. In Holland alone only fifteen thousand of her
one hundred and fifty- thousand Jews survived the massacre. Death was
the chief war profiteer. Though his inflated power was reduced by the
overthrow of his Nazi henchmen, his innings are still large as he stalks
across the world with his satellites Poverty, Hunger, and Disease.