The Vegetarian
When one has dutifully expounded the vegetarian idea from all conceivable points, every week for two years, it is a shock to receive the startling news that the subject had been treated in a cursory manner, as evidenced in communications containing questions after this wise, "Why were cattle created, if not to eat? What should we do with them if we did not kill and eat them?" To quote the eminent Dr. Kellogg: "For goodness sake, if you have something that you don't know what else to do with, eat it!" Give it a happy burial on the installment plan. But mind, if we show this partiality to the cattle, don't overlook the faithful old horse, the playful kittens, and trusting, watchful dog. You see, the dogs and cats come several in a litter and if they are not eaten they will soon overrun the earth!
The question is raised whether we could do without butter and eggs. Now this is a grave matter; could we? If we must have the egg, then we must keep up the artificial strain on the hen and force her to lay eggs and dutifully slaughter most of the young roosters of each hatching. If we must have milk, we must kill the male species of the calf. Looks to me like the supremacy of the female is becoming a vital question! Seriously though, one of my best friends — my father, in fact — does not partake of butter, milk or eggs, and if you should see him, you would have to admit that he looks perfectly healthy and normal. He delights in the gore of the poor massacred cabbage and the helpless apple, but withal he shows mercy toward the good old mama cow and the patient hen. In this day and age when the demand for veal has forced the killing of most male calves and driven the price of beef far up on the scale of living, it is foolish to prattle about the milk question. To do the just thing and stick to it is the only way to success; it is the only way to self-respect; it is the only way to become a vegetarian. Ask yourself, not "What if the world should be overrun with vicious cattle?" but, "Is it right to kill my fellow-creatures who show intelligence, feelings and love, and who are as delicately organized and as sentient as myself? Who am I, that I shall shorten the life of my brother and take from him that which I myself value most highly? Who am I, that I shall rob him of his all, throw his pelt on my back and gnaw his bones?—"Veg."
News has just reached us that two vegetarian cafeterias have been started in Vancouver, B. C. George Aubrey is manager of the company, and Dr. H. A. Peters is also connected with it. The new cafeterias are located in the basements at 650 and 660 Seymour St. The support of all earnest vegetarians in Vancouver will make the venture a success.
WEEKLY UNITY readers in Houston will be pleased to know that Millennium Extract may be obtained at the store of E. H. Frank, 200 Huntington Avenue.
Who knows what battles I have fought? My coat shows not the victories won. No medal adorns my breast, and yet I am the Master General, conqueror of myself.—J. B. Dunn.
THE VEGETARIAN TABLE
[ The rest of this page was filled with recipes that have not been reproduced here. The recipes were for nut hash, eggs au gratin, rinconita salad, pineapple salad, parsley potatoes, stuffed tomatoes, stuffed tomato salad. If you would like to try these recipes, contact the Fillmore Institute for a copy of the original article or visit the Unity Archives to copy the original article. — REPRINT EDITOR. ]
HISTORICAL NOTE:
[ This reference by Royal Fillmore, Charles Fillmore's son, documents the fact that his father was a "pure" vegetarian or as we would say today a vegan in his eating habits. In another text, the Fillmores advertised a Bible with a "plastic" cover for their vegetarian followers instead of a leather cover. Another column of The Vegetarian (Reprint #0182) covered the use of leather, fur, and feathers in clothing. All of these references, show that the Fillmore's beliefs were of a vegan orientation long before vegan became an established word. — REPRINT EDITOR. ]
