# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 3/A Call on Masaryk

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Translated from the Czech original published in Lidové Noviny on 7 January 1919
A Call on Masaryk
In the Lidové Noviny a journalist tells of the visit paid by Prague editors and correspondents to President Masaryk shortly after his installation at the Hradčany Castle.
It is not exactly stage fright, for these journalists are no cub reporters. But a peculiar atmosphere seems to prevail and bring closer together men who generally are far from agreement. Mr. Vrany of the Večer and Mr. Stivín of the Právo Lidu converse amicably so that one can hardly believe that tomorrow their papers will be calling each other names. Mr. Nepilý of the Czechoslovak Press Bureau counts those present: there is one man missing—Mr. Cejnek of the Union who is the oldest and can afford to come last. But we have with us our Benjamin, Dr. Novák of the Christian Socialist Lid, youngest of the dailies and the youngest of the editors. Finally Mr. Cejnek turned up in a ceremonial frock coat and with his hair bartered and right after him rushed in chief of the Press Bureau Hajšman. “Well, are we all here? We had better go.”
In the waiting room we put on our coats; the at tendants are very respectful. Somehow it reminds me of the respect with which the old Cretans used to treat the maidens dressed in white, destined for Minotaur’s meal. We go down the steps, across the castle courtyard and up the steps again. We land on the second story in the ante-room of the President’s provisional quarters. Again attendants and again respectful treatment, but this time not as if we were intended for sacrifice, but as if we were highly honored men. Dr. J. J. Svátek of the official Pražské Noviny appoints himself master of ceremonies; he considers himself qualified for this duty, both by being editor of the official publication and by his high-life appearance—monocle, English speaking and a beard à la Henri IV. We enter in excellent order. A large work room, three windows through which one looks down on Prague, at the middle window a big flat-top desk, in the corner an oval table, a couch and chairs—and everywhere books and documents. Between the win​dows there are bookcases, and on the other side of the room there is another couch and a table. For that matter I do not vouch for the exactness of this description ; everything is seen by me as if in a haze. When I sit down I see opposite to me on the wall a small red pennant with the inscription “Justitia vincit;” when the President writes he has it constantly in sight. There is also a large red chalice embroidered on black velvet. Back of me is some old picture, very large, and a still larger American flag. But I only seem to see them through the back of my head—I would not dare to turn around for anything.
At first a little twisting and confusion. The President gives each of us a handshake, as seventeen men are presented to him. Finally we all sit. “There is room on the couch,” says Masaryk, and Cyril Dušek sits down next to him. They used to be together in the Čas. Where are those days! But anyway Dušek leaves a considerable space between himself and the President. And then Masaryk immediately comes right to the point:
“I should like to see the press . . . in close co-operation with the Government and the President . . . . democratic institutions . . . . the example of France and America . . . . I look at it this way . . . . what do you think of it?”
The atmosphere now is not so tense. The President sits in the corner of his couch and emphasizes his talk with motions. His head is bent to one side, he looks obliquely over his glasses, places one palm over the other, and when he intends to bring out a point he rifts his hands thus clasped together. He seems to speak in fragmentary sentences and forms of them a clear reproduction of his thoughts which really surprises us by its lightness, its comprehensivenes and its exactness, even though his speech gives the impression that he is searching for the most pertinent word.
“Education for democracy . . . . I have the impression that much remains to be done . . . . as far as I could learn in the short period I have been with you . . . . democracy is the opportunity to discuss . . . . respect for the opinion of others . . . .”
His speech has still something in it of Masaryk’s hardness, something that lends it picturesqueness and at the same time of intimacy. Talk runs to more personal matters: the maffia, the boys in Siberia. You ought to see Masaryk when he talks of them.
“You simply cannot imagine a better soldier. The Japanese found out at once that there must be in it some cultural tradition. Ah, this is the effect of the Sokols, said the Japanese, when they heard who Sokols were. While the others were content with mere admiring, the Japanese went down to the roots, and the boys were pleased, because the Japanese understood . . . .” Dušek begins to talk of what he saw in Slovakia, Nečásek tells stories of life in Prague between 1914 and 1918, and Vraný supplements them. Masaryk is listening with his mouth slightly open and an attentive look—he turns from visitor to visitor, as they take up the discussion. I could not help remembering what the President said a month ago, talking of his travels in Russia: “One cannot help studying human physiognomy incidentally . . .”
Gabriel Moudrý of the Národní Listy realizes that the discussion has gone astray and brings it back to firm ground. “To return to what we want . . . . .” Masaryk listens to a logical explanation full of common sense. Masaryk is smiling, as editor Moudrý tells how happy we are to be able to sit in the old royal castle and talk together in a friendly way, especially when we think that only a few weeks ago someone else had the right to sit there, with whom we could not talk thus openly, with whom we would not talk, even if we could, “whereas, today, Mr. President, we are happy . . . .” and in excellent humor we rise and take ourselves away.
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