EVERY NATION LIES IN THIS WAR!" SAYS
ROBERT MINOR, WHO VISITED WAR ZONE
Who wrecked the cafe? "The Germans!" cries the wife. "Our own!
boys!" says the husband.
BY ROBERT MINOR
(Copyright, 1916, by 'the Newspaper
I had not been in Paris 24 hours
before I got THE HINT. And later,
I got THE HINT in every other coun
try that I visited. THE HINT came
in various forms. First it came in
conversation with a war correspond
ent; later from a man holding a gov
ernment position; then from bther
correspondents; and then the whole
thing became as clear as daylight.
You can't get about in War countries
unless you write for the side of the
country you're in.
The hint didn't come often in tan
gible form. I don't want to give the
impression that there was anything
rough about it; it was the gentlest of
hints, leaving no certain ground for
accusation, but nevertheless there
was no mistaking; the meaning:
"Come across" with something "to
create sentiment for their side, .or
you don't get any privileges, and will
Jiave to go back' ho'ine. and acknowl
edge yourself a failure as a war cor
f I don't blame any particular coun
try they are all doing it And it
comes out so naturally, there in the
midst of all the heat and prejudice,
that you can't even bring yourself to "
realize the meanness of it unless
you're built of very neutral timber.
I only spent two or three hours in
Gerniany, and half of that time was
spent in a lock-up yet I got THE
HINT there just as clearly as in any
of the allied countries.
Cultivating prejudice in this way is
just" a part of the fighting, one of the
weapons as much as are rifles and 42
centimeter guns. The harm that it
does lasts longer; for the next hun
dred years the hate thus engendered
will curse the world.
Everybody contributes to this
meanness. I asked a correspondent
near the fighting at Giritza why he
embellished his facts with sueh ex- !
travagant deductions. He replied, "I i
am a special correspondent They'j
."jvant it on my paper." t
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