by announcing brutally, "If you dis
cuss that, you are shot. You are tolo
to fight and you obey orders, or die.
There is no right or wrong about it.
If I were German I should fight for
It isn't pleasant traveling on ocean
Upon landing at Bordeaux the pro
fessor was denounced as a German
spy, a member of the French cham
ber of deputies rushed out wildly pro
claiming that the denouncer was a
deserter from the French army, and
it all finished with the accuser being
led away as a deserter. He probably
is shot by this time.
Coming into Paris late that even
ing, not the old brilliant Paris where
r had studied art, but the black, dis
mal, anti-Zeppelin Paris with lights
out, I groped my way toa restaurant.
"Too late," the waiter told me. They
had but one itef left on the bill of
fare, some very nice frankfurters and.
sauerkraut. So I sat in the Pans
restaurant over frankfurters and
sauerkraut and beer and listened to
a mild little Frenchman explain that
the diflerences of taste between his
race and the Germans were irrecon
cilable and must be fought out to the
The social climber would even try
to make his way up an icy stare.
cz ! "" HIHHESAhk
He Would Answer; "I Am Strong." I Replied: "So Am I."
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