"Gentlemen," he said in a voice which produced an extraordinary hush, "have you forgotten that your sons, at this very moment, are being killed--killed in hundreds and thousands?
They are being killed by German guns for want of British guns.

Your sons, your brothers--boys at the dawn of manhood!--they are being wiped out of life in thousands! Gentlemen, give me guns.

Don't think of your trade secrets.

Think of your children.

Help them! Give me those guns." This was no stage acting.