The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1915-09-14

Ry WILLIAM q. SHEPHERD
(stafR Correspondent United Press)
(Copyright, 1915, by United Press
Copyrighted In Great Brittany
| LONDON-It IL Wednesday night,
September sth. Above the din OF the
orchestra there sweeps over the the.
ater a cavernous bass boom.
"Zeppelins." whispers the pretty
girl next to q Scotch officer.
NO." you hear his whisper. ITS
a door banging" He's lying. and he
knows It.
Zeppelin" Zeppelin"
The whisper runs through the au-
dience.
II you knew what is transpiring In
the street you would be out there. in
stead OF waiting for the last act. Such
q scene IL being enacted out there as
old London. In all her ricn. thousand
year history. hes never beheld.
The curtain goes down. You file
out into the street. Trsfic IL ut q
standstill. A million quiet cries
make . subdued roar. Seven million
people IN the biggest city In the world
are gazing skyward from the dark
icn0d nfroota
Here ID the climax of the twentieth
century.
Among the autumn stars floats a
long. gaunt Zeppelin. It is Of a dull
lyellow-the color Of the harvest
moon.
The long fingers Of the searchlights
reaching up from the city are touch
ing all sides Of the death messenger
with their white tips. Great booming
sounds shake the city. They are Zep-
pelin Observation-Disclosures
Ing.
Lesser noises s-of shooting-nearer
at hand are the noises Of aerial guns
shooting shrapnsl skyward.
For Gods sake. don't do that. "
says one man to another. who has
struck = match to light . cigarette.
Whispers and low voices run oil
through the streets.
There's . red light In the sky over
there. Our house may be burning. y
exclallns woman. clutching mans
coat.
There are q million houses In Lon
don. Why ours particularly" he re-
sponds.
I A group Of men. talking French.
are ga1ing up from the street. They
are in walters clothes, and have rush.
ed out Of one Of the most luxurious
hotels in the world.
"The devils!" exclaams one, then
We've got It! It can't get away!
There's shrapnell all around IT,"
"Oh. my neck" says . pretty girl
in evening wraps. II can't look up q
moment more"
But she does.
| All about you are beautifully garb-
cd women, and men in evening
clothes.
"Oh's" and "Ah's'-long drawn
exclamations OF admiration like
sounds made by American crowds
watching fireworks. greet tho bril-.
liant white flashes Of shrapnel.
Suddenly you realise the biggest
city In the world has become night
battlefield. ON which seven million
harmless men. women and children
live. Here IL war at the very heart
OF civilization. threatening all the mil.
lions OF things that human hearts and
human minds have created in past
centuries. Mourners tonight will
leave the side Of their dead to looi
skyward fearfully. Little children
who have said Now ! lay me-" and
have gone to sleep. will be awakened
and rushed to cellars to save them
from death.
| There are more cries.
J Good God! It's staxgering," a.
claims one. as shrapnsl hAshes appsr'
emily near the airship.
But the Zeppelin moves on steadily
What . roar Of Joy would 90 VI
from millions in this great city II thsy
could suddenly see the ysllow object
transformed in hash into one gigan.
tic gas explosion! Little white glovsd
hands would clap approvaa at the Zep.
pelin's near approach to death: Whit
tooth would sparkle In smiles; mon
would roar with delight. These mon
and women. flowers Of twentieth cen.
tury culture. would become elemental
Dirty. bloody. battIs-mal soldisri
feel the same. way In bettle. Killing
has been put into the hsarts Of thssl