The Knoxville independent. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1918-09-28
HUN POETS FALL
ON WAR GUESsEs
Kaiser's Writers Prove to Be
Very Poor Prophets.
THINK IN TRUE KULTUR VEIN
Forecast Only Short and Merry War,
at End of Which Great German
Hosts Will Be conquerors
of the World.
BY EARL DERR BiGGERs.
CFrom the Committee on Public Informa-
ton, Washington, d. Co.

(From the Committee on Public Informa-
ton, Washington, D. Co.
Speaking of Germans-as who is not
these days?-a celebrated French poet,
Jean Aicard, has hit upon rather
neat and happy figure of speech. In a
long and eloquent poem about the war,
after he has described how the Ger
man horde, coming forward with
God" as they put it, swept down on
Paris, and has pictured them baffled
and beaten by the miracle of the
Marine, he further recalls how-"hay-
Ing prepared themselves In France a
terriers hole"-they
Intrenched themselves therein, defeated,
driven, hurled
Back by the sword of France and scorned
by all the world.
And then what happened? Let All
card tell it:
There. in their filthy holes, their natural
habitat,
AS lives the hunted boar, the crouching
soldiers sat;
And, as a putrid pool exhales an evil
smell,
They poured their poisons forth straight
from the nav of he'll,
Defiled the blue Of heaven and made the
virgin air
A party to the crime they perpetrated
there.
The choking gas that rose. mephitic, from
their holes,
Was very like the breath and odor of
their souls
The odor Of their souls! The pres
ent writer must confess that this
smile strikes him as a remarkably
fit and appropriate one.
Today we know only too well the
odor Of their souls, and we are deter
mined to send our men over to those
holes In France, to disinfect them with
the only serviceable antiseptics-the
bayonet and the bullet. Everything
that keeps that odor strong in our nos
trils will be of help in the salvation
of our country, since it will keep us
firm In our determination to do or die.
Grumbine's Deductions.
Let us glance for a moment over
Professor Grumbine's shoulder at the
stranslations he has made; then briefly
.sis SIT us consider his conciusions If the
linatter strikes you, dear reader, as
academic and--dread word-literary,
IA assured that it will not be treated
hire In either academic or literary
fashion. Professor Grumbine opens
the door for you, and you wander with
him through that dark hinterland-the
German mind; he leads you on to the
heights where the French thinker sits.
When, much to the surprise Of
everybody in Germany, war was de-
clared the German soldier immediate
~ rushed to his locker, where every
thing was ready for him, including a
canteen filed with fresh water. Stimuli
taneously the German poet rushed to
his fountain pen which-God and the
kaiser forgot nothing-was also filed,
not with water, but with a venomous
liquid that flowed red, like blood. This
war has reminded us that it is not the
man who fights in the field who is the
true master Of hate and bitterness; 1t
is the highly educated and cultured
thinker at home who screams loudest
and foams most freely at the lips.
If the German poets had been for
moment at loss as to what view to
take of the war, Of course the German
government would have set them right.
(There was that naive newspaper In
Munich which at the start pleaded
pathetically for the government to
take charge of public opinion.") One
could fancy some such advertisement
in the Berlin papers: German poets
will call at the Wilhelmstrasse be-
tween two and four on Thursday to
secure their points of view on the
war" However, 1t is improbable the
German poets needed any instruction.
They thought about the war just what
the kaiser wanted them to think, what
he and his kind had been training the
whole German nation, poets included,
for 40 years, to think. They greeted
~ttO NuIuolAOpHS WIN mighty ely, u
cry partly Of hate for Germany's enc
mics, partly of Joy that now at last
Germany's hour had struck. Wrote
thus one enthusiastic German bard
Hurrahl Hip hurrah! Away with all
labor!
1t is war! Bloody war! Get your rife
and saber!
This hip-hurrah greeting for bloody
war was characteristic of most Of the
early war poetry. The poets, unfortu-
nately, were not prophets. The blood
which they viewed in prospect was to
flow mostly from the bodies Of the con-
tcmptible foe. Germany, marching
with God, was invincible. A short war
and merry one, and at the end the