Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-01-28

man. The trees aren't planted yet that
will make the pulp for the paper on which
British historians, as yet unborn, will
write and rewrite the story of how the
United States failed to do her part in
England's need.
No, the English don't love us. They
made mistake in their estimate of us,
and. just like people who credit friends
with certain imaginary virtues and then
hate their friends for not possessing the
ascribed merits, they blame us for not
being what they thought we were. They
thought we were an Anglo-Saxon nation.
AT times, in London it seemed advisa-
BILE to lay before ones English friends
such facts as these: The Anglo-Saxon is
holding on to his control in the United
States only by the skin of his teeth. There
are only three or four cities in Germany
with populations larger than the German
population of New York. New York con-
tains the largest number of Jews that has
ever been gathered together in one center
in all the known history of Judaism
There are entire counties in the South
western States that are controlled by
Mexicans, where English is never spoken.
In Minneapolis, when | was police re-
porter, | frequently had to take an inter-
prefer with me when l went to cover
murder or suicide cases in certain districts
of the town, so that | could converse
with the Scandinavian policemen.
When such statements were set forth,
ones English friends said: "My word!
What mixture! No wonder you don't
sympathize with us. Ones German
friends, facing the same set of statements,
often said: "Ach! What nationality are
you, then, in your country"
Thus the Englishman who has studied
us, and knows us as we are, sees that we
are not exactly his blood brothers; and
therefore he doesn't love us. And the
Englishman who doesn't know the facts,
and who still clings to the delusion that
we are only a hayward lot of Englishmen
who will one day come back into the
British fold, is aghast at our perfidy in not
rushing to the aid of the motherland when
the Empire seemed tottering.
The French Can Not Forgive Us
THE disappointment of the Englishman
is more than duplicated in France. 1t is
excelled in intensity there. The man on
the street in Paris-and, as discovered,
the man in the trench on the French
fronts-can not comprehend how the
United States, sister republic, owing the
debt of Lafayette to France, can stand
aside and see a monarchy like Germany
endeavor to wipe out republic like
France. Frenchmen are fighting for
France, of course; but l found among
French troops thousands of Frenchmen
who believe they are fighting for repub-
licanism against monarchialism. Sons of
France who have this viewpoint will never
forgive the United States for not having
assisted her when the old ghost of the
divine right of kings raised its head from
it's century-long sleep and threatened their
nation.
Diplomats may deny what have writ
ten; but l am not talking about what
governments or foreign State departments
think of us as nation. am talking
about what men on the street and men in
the trenches in European countries think
of us as a mass of citizens. My statements
are based upon personal observation
among thousands of men in all the coun-