MAKERS OF MADNESS
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MAKERS OF MADNESS
A PLAY IN ONE ACT AND THREE SCENES



BY
HERMANN HAGEDORN
AUTHOR OF "FACES IN THE DAWN," ETC.



New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1914
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Copyright, 1914
By HERMANN HAGEDORN
Set up and electrotyped. Published November, 1914.
This play has been copyrighted and published simultaneously in theUnited States and Great Britain. All acting rights, both professionaland amateur, are reserved in the United States, Great Britain, andcountries of the Copyright Union, by Hermann Hagedorn. Performancesforbidden and right of representation reserved. Application for theright of performing this piece must be made to The Macmillan Company.Any piracy or infringement will be prosecuted in accordance with thepenalties provided by the United States Statutes:
"Sec. 4966. Any person publicly performing or representing any dramaticor musical composition, for which copyright has been obtained, withoutthe consent of the proprietor of the said dramatic or musicalcomposition, or his heirs or assigns, shall be liable for damagestherefor, such damages in all cases to be assessed at such sum, not lessthan one hundred dollars for the first and fifty dollars for everysubsequent performance, as to the Court shall appear to be just. If theunlawful performance and representation be willful and for profit, suchperson or persons shall be guilty of a misdemeanor, and upon convictionbe imprisoned for a period not exceeding one year." U.S. RevisedStatutes, Title 60, Chap. 3.
TO
ADOLF GUNTHER HAGEDORN
Transcriber's Note: Where obvious, I added missingpunctuation, and changed the typo "psycholology" to "psychology".
Night! And a black and barren sky
With a wet wind in from the coast.
And only the kites to make reply
To heaving body and pleading cry—
Here where the lost battalions lie,
I walked last night with a ghost.
His face was gray, his hands were red,
And a ghostly mare he rode,
That wearily stepped, with drooping head,
Over the shadowy lines of dead,
And rolled her eyes, and shook with dread
Under her foam-white load.
The ghost turned not to left or right.
But mutely he beckoned me,
And moved like a pillar of livid light
Through the hum                        
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