Mohave County miner., 1917-11-03

Louis Syberlrop, of Creston, Iowa has acquired much fame in recent weeks as author of satire on Kaiser Wilhelm. Requests have come to hin from Humility, Secretary Daniels Roosevelt and people in every state ot the Union and in Canada for copies of his article. It is:
 "The Internal Region,
 "Junt 28, 1917. "To Wilhelm von Hohenzollern, King of Prussia, Emperor of All Germany and Envoy Extraordinary of AL
 mighty God:
 My Dear Wilhelm:
 q can call you by that familiar name, for 1 have always been very close to you, much closer than you could ever know.
 Prom the time that you were yet an undeveloped being in your mothers womb I have shaped your destiny. for my own purpose.
 "In the days of Rome I created roughneck known in history as Nero; he was a vulgar character and suited my purpose at that par ticular time. In these modern days a classic demon and efficient super criminal was needed and as I know the Hohenzollern blood I picked you as my special instrument to place on earth an annex to hell. I gave you abnormal ambition, like wise an over-supply. of egotism, that you might not discover your own failings; I twisted your mind to that of mad man with certain normal tendencies to carry you by, a most dangerous character placed in power; 1 gave you the power of a hypnotist and a certain mag netic force that you might sway your people. am responsible for the deformed arm that hangs help less on your left, for your crippled condition embitters your life and destroys all noble impulses that might otherwise cause me anxiety, but your strong sword arm is driven by your ambition that squelches all sentiment and pity; 1 placed in your mind a deep hatred of all things Eng fish, for of all nations on earth hate England most; wherever England plants her flag she brings order out of chaos and the hated Cross follows the Union Jack; under her rule wild tribes become tillers of the soil and in due time practical citizens; she is the great civilizer of the globe and l HATE HER. I planted in your soul a cruel hatred for your mother because SHE was English, and left my good friend Bismarck to fan the flame l had kindled. Recent history proves how well our work was done. It broke your royal mothers heart, but l have gained my purpose.
 ''The inherited disease of the Ho- henzollerns killed your father, just as it will kill you, and you became the ruler of Germany and a tool of mine sooner than I expected.
 "To assist you and further hasten my work I sent you three evil spirits, Nietzsche, Treitschke, and later Bern hardi, whose teachings inflamed the youth of Germany, who in good time would be willing and loyal subjects and eager to spill their blood and pull your chestnuts, yours and mine; the spell has been perfect-you cast your ambitious eyes toward the Mediter- ranean, Egypt, India and the Darda- nelles and you began your great rail way to Bagdad, but the ambitious archduke and his more ambitious wife stood in your way. It was then that I sowed the seed in your heart that blossomed into the assassination of the duke and his wife and all hell smiled when we saw how cleverly you saddled the crime on to Servia. saw you set sail for the fjords of Norway and I knew you would prove an alibi. How cleverly done-so much like your noble grandfather, who also secured an assassin to remove old King Fred erick of Denmark, and later robbed that country of two provinces that gave Germany an opportunity to be- come a naval power. Murder is dirty work, but it takes a Hohenzollern to make way and get by.
 "Your opportunity was at hand; you set the world on fire and bells of hell were ringing; your rape on Belgium caused much joy. It was the begin ming, perfect foundation of a per feet hell on earth, the destruction of noble cathedrals and other infinite works of art was hailed with joy in the internal regions. You made war on friends and foe alike and the mur- der of civilians showed my teachings had borne fruit. Your treachery to- ward neutral nations hastened a uni versal upheaval, the thing I most de- sired. Your under-sea warfare is a master stroke, from the smallest mackerel put to the great Lusitania you show no favorites; as a war lord you stand supreme, for you have no mercy; you have no consideration for the baby clinging to it's mothers