The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1918-10-15
SOME BlGHLIGHTS IN
 RINDENBURG'S CAREER

other channels and before we parted that evening von Hindenberg bade me come to see him at house he has 1 near Hanover, if I ever happened to be in that part of Germany. I ac- cepted the invitation but 1t was not until three years later that had the opportunity of becoming his guest. He replied with a laconic "Ja" reached his home, "Hanheim," at 9 o'clock that night and an old servant, who also acted as gardener and general handy man, ushered me into the liv | ing room.
 There the general lay in a chair sound asleep. His immense head hung down, his mouth was partly open, and he was breathing heavily and regularly. He was clad in an old tweed suit the jacket of which l was thrown wide open, displaying 8 gray flannel shirt. He wore no waist. coat and altogether did not present very pleasing appearance. i The servant coughed, and then ut- tered my name loudly. After repeat | ing it two or three times. in an in creasingly loud voice won Hindenberg awoke. He rubbed his eyes and glanced drowsily at me for a few moments, and then all traces of sleep vanished from his eyes. He was wide awake.
 Found an Old Soldier Mapping. I shall never forget the Rudden transformation that took place in the mans face in that instant of time. The heavy, sleepy, stupid-looking countenance flashed into life; 1t be- came astonishingly alert in c}ntrasp The great heavy lips frightened and the dull, beady eyes gleamed. He jumped up from his chair with sur prising agility for his years and ex- claimed
 "Ah, you have found your why here and caught an old soldier mapping"
 The hateful grin f1ickered across his mouth, and we shook hands.
 I stayed for two days at "Hanheim" and was alone with Hindenberg all the while. He was as courteous and considerate a host as it was possible for a man of his character and dis position to be to guest of whom, in his heart, I believe, he desired to be 1 rid of as soon as possible.
 had not forgotten his cryptic ut terance as to being the biggest liar" Even when my chief had dismissed my report of it immediately after my first meeting with the general, time refused to lessen my curiosity I resolved to bring the subject up again.
 In the daytime we pottered about the generals flower garden, walked over to see one or two of his neigh bors, and drank beer at a tavern at which Hindenberg was a fairly ire
 quent patron. The landlord of this tavern was a Prussian giant-an old Hanovarian who had once been a military servant of Hindenberg.
 God Smite Our Enemies" 1 The general when raising his tank ard of beer to his lips would always utter the toast, God Smite Our Enc miles," to which the landlord, who
 joined him in his libations, would
 reply, "Got help our enemies, Gen
 eral, when YOU smite them.' The implied compliment pleased Hindenberg and made him grin; it , pleased him especially when there were strangers present to hear it. I heard afterwards that on one oc- casion the landlord omitted to pay his usual compliment to the general, whereupon Hindenburg emp$ied his
 tankard into the landlords face and
 thundered:
 Next time you forget to Eep1y to
 a toast that I offer you, the tankard . will go after the beer into yCur ugly f faco."
 l I can readily credit the story.
 The only subject Hindenburg could q discuss with any degree of lively in- l terest was war. It was easy. once he l was comfortably settled in his chai1
 in the evening, and had his pipe under
 way, to start him on the subject. ! War" he said this secona even.
 ing, lis the natural occupation of z I soldier; when not engaged in fight f ing however he may be occupied, ht p is occupied uselessly He is likt f barrister without briefs or surgeon
 without patients" Then, sitter { " pause, and a puffing of his heav! = meerschaum pipe, he went an: q In the Next European War.
 "In the next European SSar vol Will see Killing on the DlSB j6I SCdl ,. you ever saw before. It will ce a wa
 not between nations, but betweel n races" .... Who will the races be, General? 9 V I interposed.
 l. "Teuton against Slav," ha replied Is And it will be a war without mercy
 as war ought to be.
 n "Barbarians understand var bette if than we Europeans They have n h rules; no code, no conventiona in wal ls Kill your enemy in any Gay yo1
 can, and when you nave killed hin If in sufficient numbers, SO thst he cal n no longer resist you, enslaTs him h that is the barbarian theory of wal II and it is the right one" ,e Hindenburg hated the Russians an ts as he warmed up on his fav1site sub "a ject declared:
 r. "I have never met a Russi.sn that should not take a pleasure iIS killing Ia I hate them, and if live to G0mman
 our armies against them in the ne1 ,d war, hope I shall kill thogsands C
 the-I look forward to killing ther to with pleasure" = The utter barbarian of the Gener
 l was amazing, Never before had