Cheyenne record., 1918-09-12

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| thns ons enthus1ast1e 0srn,an haze
11ussa1l Hip. husaAi Away watA q
Il i M; n,oeay vass oct ysur ~,
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Tkis hip-huz1ah greeting for bloody
IWar wns eharaetszist3c ef Dost se ~
early war poetry. Ihs poeta. gn1oetn
nately. were not peOphsts. ne blood
which they yiewsd In prospect was b
low mostly from the bodies of the con
Itanptibls. foe. Germany. marching
with God, was invincibls. A short wa
and d merry one. and at the end tha
great German hosts conquerors o6 thu
woEldl II they could have foresesa
then the long and weary road ahead
tho hip.hurrah note might have been
mingled even msee freely with the
venom and hate the baked and beaten
monster feels for those who stand IN
his way.
Whsre osa Stands.
One looks In vain In this output Of
German poetry for note Of abhor-
renee Of war, question AZ to whether
or not this II God's Way tor settling
disputes. There IL no question as to
where God stands, he rides on the Ger.
man shells, directs the Zeppelin, greets
joyously the submarine, chuckles with
delight that his chosen people have In
their hands the weapons whereby to
impose their will-which is his will
on the world. More Of this peculiar
German god anon. Through this well
ter Of harsh German poetry runs only
a roar Of delight In German strength. q
great satisfied sigh that now at last
the world is TO feel that strength.
Here and there, as though by way Of
afterthought, there is a bit Of canDou-
hage as 10 who started the war. Be
fore going on to picture the downfall
Of the enemy one bard pauses to re-
mark:
wari wari Awskei The French have
crossed the Rhine,
And cossaclEs swarm upon our eastern
line.
These obvious lies are not dwelt on
however. Probably not even the poet
expected anybody to believe them.
They were just thrown in as a sop to
the diplomats at the Wilhelmstrasse.
Public opinion. which had been taken
charge Of by the authorities, was 'ver.
boten" to forget these things. And It
was added, In faint voice here and
there: "We did not wish this war;"
One IL reminded, by way Of aside, Of
the excellent Australian cartoon which
pictured the kaiser sitting. head In
hands, In the company Of the crown
prince. II did not want this wal"
sNo," says the crown prince in lucid
moment. "it was quite q, different war
you wanted. wasn't II, papar
But coming back to the poets, II may
be said that while af rare intervals
they remembered to make q note Of
tie fact that the war was a complete
and unpleasant surprise to Germany.
their whole attitude was that now that
It had come, they were delighted. They
dreamed Of blood, they sang Of II At
last the weapons Germany had been
fondling 10 long were TO ind q marx.
Rudolf Herxog wrote Q dainty little
thing. urging the soldiers on-he was
evidently somewhere In the rear him
self-and the refrain Of each verse
ran:
What though the earth Of hell be fun,
Our steel shall cleave the foeman's skul1.
Such was the picture that inspired
the frenzied poets, the gentlemen Of
the pen. A soul-satisfying, -delectable
picture of German steel deep in the
foeman's skull, while rich, delicious
blood was everywhere.
England With the AIllss.
While they were in the midst Of CORY
composition, their eyes in fine frenzy
rolling, England entered the war on
the side Of the allies. This was dis
tinctly verboten, and 1t upset the Ger
man plan horribly. England was to
stand aside until Russia and France
were annihilated. and then be wiped
out in her turn. Anyone who has ever
been in Germany knows the fury OF q
German whose system is upset. Imme-
t1iately the mad poets grew madder
yet. and the recipient Of all their pol
soned darts was poor old England.
The anger Of q German when things
are going as he wished Is not pretty
thing, but the anger Of the same man
when things are gping wrong is enough
70 make God tre,nble.
In this dark hour when all Germany
was sputtering with . fury 20 terrible
It seemed words could not be found to
express It, Herr Ernst Lissauer came
forward and earned the nations grAti-
tude by penning his famous Hymn
of Hate" In our country we are an
familiar with this dainty little thing.
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