Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-12-02
WORLD DOES NOT
KNOW OF HORRORS
Corey Says Behind Walls Of
Silence Are Thousands of
Square Miles of
Dead.
By Herbeft Corey.

HHA NScS ehS AlS IT, NIlGI@ Ai4S OAAA-
Ger die n eros DEATH" He got quite
..shirty" when I suggested that the
nero had exhibited a certain lack OF
caution.
You must have been very fond of
him." l said.
NO." Tommy replied, after a pause
Tor reflection. H was a bit of a rot
ter. But e wouldn't stand for them
blimy Germans 'olding the farm
So here's the story: The subaltern
was In command of about 80 men. He
started with them across an open field
house. A Belgian non-com. ran out
to warn him that the Germans held
the farm in double the English
strength. He was a scrubby, dirty,
mudfouled little Belgian. The subal-
tern regarded him coldly.
Privates Will Always Follow.
Il don't think they're there said
gars out"
His men followed him. of course.
That's n particular good thing about
the British soldier. If an officer will
a he will always follow. One hum
dred yards from the farm house the
started a charge. Perhaps he had seen
a gun barrel CLINT in the underbrush.
w didn't ave 'alf a charnce,' said
my Tommy. They 'ad machine guns.
Ihey guV 1T to us proper"
My Tommy happened to be the last
OF that quality of caution his officer
lacked. He got a bullet through his
leg. but half ran and half crawled to
a bush near by. That night he wrig-
gled his way to safety. The Others
were cut down to the last man. I'm
h night 1 card EN- Offering in
the RAIN" said my Tommy. They
kept crying for us to come and get
them. 'Ow could we? Those Germans
We're just waiting for us. 1t was a
bally trap"
The subaltern was paralyzed from
the waist down. He tried to pull him.
self off the field by his arms. an inch at
a time. Have a dozen times the watch
ers from the safe Entertainments saw
him pause in this painful progress by
the side of a dying man. They saw
words of the men who We're passing.
Then he pulled himself on.
"E was like a worm said my
Tommy. that someone has bleeding
we'll stepped on"
But He Hadn't a Chance.
AT last he reached the outer edge OF
the little patch Wherein his men had
been slaughtered. He seemed to rest
for a time. 1t was as though he were
gathering his strength for that final
agoniZing effort across the open field
to safety. But when he began to move
again the Germans opened fire on him.
1t seemed they had tanta1ized him by
this ~vision--not of life, but of doing a
last service for the men he had led to
death-and then a closed the door
in his face. The Tommy was happy
that a kindly bullet had stilled the
fortunes of that blind, wriggling thing
that dragged itself SO slowly over the
/, rn,,r r.;f1 GO ,,on~,, -D,,-o,
in which to fight the cruel pain.
"E didn't have to lay there and
scream like I've card EN- said the
Tommy. And e didn't have long to
blame himself for his mistake
That's the sort of thing that Kitch-
ener and French and Joffre and Pau
and Won kluck do not want pub
lished. There isn't any military sec
ret in it. The story of the death of a
stubborn. Silly, divinely brave subal-
tern and his grimed n dirty men
would not aid the enemy's cause. But
it would open the eyes Of the world
to the hellish trade these epauletted
generals are pursuing.
Why the Truth Isn't Told.
If the sickening story of what is go
ing on behind this veil of silence at
the front were yer told, it might be
that a revolted world would end this
war. That's why we are being RECALLED
with faxed stories dated at various
indefinite towns "along the 'front.'"
Let me make this statement DELHI
erately. Nine-tenths Of these stories
are being written in the cafes of Ca
lais and Boulogne and Amiens and
the other own into which wounded
and stragglers are pouring. 1 do not
believe that one correspondent is wen
near the 'front.'. The London papers
are doing their best to get the truth.
The American papers are paying huge
sums for these dispatches to London
papers. Most of them are pure fiction.
II spoke to a Belgian staff officer
the other day." said a reporter here.
The Belgian put up his hand.
II have in my pocket said he. "a
list of the names of 80 newspaper men
the English staff officers have ordered
arrested. 1 do not know your name.
Do not tell it to me-"
When They Laugh at Murder.
The man who regards war as a
trade is not to be blamed for this
newsphobia. No newspaper man can
have any personal feeling against the
kitcheners m Joffres of this war.
The reporter is the only man in the
| world who can spoil their trade
Did you heal the latest story ?'
| asked an officer in one of the Calais
hotels the other night. Its jolly
| good. Gun mess laughed over 1t ast
[ night"
That officer was a c~lean-shaven,
I well-set-up. gentlemanly chap of 80
odd. When he is not at war he
! wouldn't watch a dog fight. He would
condem the man who goes to chicken
J fights as a hopeless brute. Unless his
appearance bellies him he is full of
good instincts and kindly sentiment.
! Discover what war has done to him.
Learn that wholesale murder has sent
; decenecy to pot. This is his story:
4 The Belgians." he said, stopping to
laugh. are sniping German soldiers