Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1915-09-11
LONDON CALM IN
A|RSH|P ATTACK
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don, why ours particularly" he re-
spends.
A group of men talking French
stand gazing up from the street
They are in walters Clothes and
have rushed out from the supper
room of one of the most luxurious
hotels in the world.
THE devils!" exclaims one of them.
We've got tit can't get away
there's shrapnel all around it," "Oh-
my neck!" says a pretty girl in eve
ming wraps. IT can't look up a minute
more
But she does.
All about you are beautifully
clothes. "Oh!s" and "Ah!s" long
drawn out, exclamations of admira-
tion like the sounds made by Amer
lean crowds watching fireworks, greet
the brilliantly white flashes Of
shrapnel.
Biggest City q Night Battlefield.
Suddenly you realize that the big
gest city in the world has become the
night battlefield on which seven mil
lion harmless men, women and chill
dren live. Here is war at the very
heart of civilization, threatening all
hearts and human minds have
created in past centuries. Mourners
tonight will leave the side of their
dead to look into the sky fearfully.
Little children who have said NOW
! lay me down tos" and have gone to
sleep will be awakened and rushed
into cellars to save them from death.
There are more cries.
Good God! It's staggering''-as a
shrapnel fash breaks, apparently
near the great airship.
| But the Zeppelin moves on steadily.
What roar of joy would go up from
the millions of this great city if they
could suddenly see the yeow object
| transformed into flash of one gi-
gantic gas explosion Little white
gloved hands clap their approval at
| the zeppelins near approach to
death; white teeth sparkle in smiles;
men roar with delight. These men
and women, flowers of twentieth CEN
tury culture, have become elemental.
| Dirty, bloody, battle-mad soldiers
| feel the same way in battle. Killing
has been put into the hearts of these
crowds. If the men up there in the
sky think they are terrifying London
| they are wrong. They are only max
ing England whitehot mad.
Burning Building Lights Sky.
| The redness of burning building
fills the sky. The dome of historic ST.
PauPs Cathedral looms up against
the redness. You pass the old church
in a side street. At the gateway
stands the old verger. half dressed.
! 1t has been his duty for the past hall
century to guard the church against
| thieves and fires, as other sections
have guarded 1t for centuries past.
But he's got a bigger job on his
hands than any of them ever had be-
| FORE
The verger's white-haired wife
stands beside him. They are talking
with three girls such as never come
cept on nights like this. They are
pointing out to the aged couple with
cheaply jeweled fingers the slowly
fading yellow of the Zeppelin.
We are all brothers and sisters In
the streets of London tonight-neitner
man nor woman, neither good nor
bad-just humans, outraged, mad, un-
willing to die. 1t is a miracle the
great gas bag in the air brings about.
On the plinth OF Chinese" Cor
don's monument sit soldier and
girl. She Is tracing invisible figures
on the stone pavement. His arm Is
about her; her face Is bent to his
Maybe they've seen this Zeppelin to-
night. but just now she's listening to
the old story that will be new when
the books telling the story Of to-
nights Zeppelin raid have crumbled
into dust.
They typify London and England
unchanged one iota by this Zeppelin
raid that only ended in the loss OF
twenty harmless lives. The next day
recruiting tripled-