Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1915-09-15
A Letter From
War Busy London

"My dear Son:
at is Wednesday night, the big
night here at the theater. Above the
din OF the orchestra there sweeps
over the theater a c%avernous bass
boom.
Zeppelin" whispers the pretty
girl next to a Scotch officer.
NO" you hear him whisper, "lt's
a door banging"
He's lying, and knows it.
Zeppelin" Zeppelin"
The whisper runs through the au.
dience. 80
IF o knew what is transpiring III
the streets, you would be out there,
A scene is being enacted such as
old London, in all her rich, thousand
year history, has never beheld.
The curtain goes down. You file
out into the street. Traffic is at 4
standstill. A million quiet cries make
a sufpdued roar. Seven million peo-
pie in the biggest city in the world
are gazing skyward from the darkeu-
ened streets.
Here is the climax of the twentieth
century.
Among the autumn stars floats 4
long, gaunt Zeppelin, 1t is OF a
dull yellow-the color of the harvest
moon.
Lights. reaching up from roofs Of
the city are touching all sides OF the
death messenger with their white
tips Great booming sounds shake tins
city. They are Zeppelin bombs-fal
notwithstanding.
Lesser noises,of shooting, nearer al
hand are the noise of aerial gun:
shooting %shrapnel skyward
For Gods sake! Don't do that,
says one man to another who has
struck a match to light a cigarette
Whispers and low voices run al
through the streets.
There's a red light in the sky
over there, our house may be burn
ing" explains a woman. clutching :
mans coat.
There are a million houses il
London: why ours particularly? h'
responds.
A group OF men, talking French
are gazing up from the street. They
are in walters clothes, and have rush
ed out OF one OF the most luxuriou.
hotels in the world.
the devils" exclaims one, then
ooh, my neck" says a pretty cir
in evening wraps, 81 can't look up Z
minute more"
But she does.
All about you are beautifully garb
cd women, and men in evening
clothes.
"Oh's," "Ah's'-long draw out-ex
carnations of admiration like sound,
made by American crowds watching
fireworks, greet the brilliant white
flashes OF shrapnel.
Suddenly o realize the biggeSr
city in the world has become a night
battle field ON which seven millioi
live. Here is war at the very hear.
of civilization, threatening all the
millions OF things that human heart
and human minds have created il
past centuries. Mlourners tonighl
will leave the side of their dead t.
look skyward fearfully. Little chill
down." and have gone to sleep viii
he awakened and rushed to cellar
to save them from death
There are more cries.
"Good God! It's staggering" ex
claims one as shrapnel flashes al
parcntly neal the airship.
But the Zeppelin moves on steadily
What a oar OF joy would go Up
from millions in this great city II
they could suddenly see the yellow
object transformed in a flash into
one gigantic gas explosion! Little
white glovcd hands would clap APP
,"proval at the Zeppelin's near approach
10 death. white teeth would sparkle
in smiles; men would roar with de-
light. These men and women, flow
crs OF twentieth century culture.
would become elemental. Dirty,
bloody, battle-staincd soldierssieel the