Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1918-09-19

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War was ehafaeteslstie e most q ~
early VA poetry. n postA unfogta-
natsly. were not peophets. Ths blood
which they viewed In prospect was -
Cow mostly from the bodies of the con-
tempdble foe. Germany. marching
with God. was i~nvincible. 4 shoet war
and Q merry one. and at the end The
great German hosts conQueroFs Of The
worldl II they could have foreseaa
then the long and weary road ahead,
the hlp.hurrah note might have been
mingled even more freely with the
venom and hate the baked and beaten
monster feels for those who stand In
his way.
Where God etanda
One looks in vain In this output Of
German poetry for q note Of abhor.
renee Of war. q question a 70 whether
or not this Is Gods way for settling
disputes. There IL no question az 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 vel.
ter Of harsh German poetry runs only
q 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 II q bit Of camou-
flage as to who start ID the war. Be
fore going on to picture the downfall
Of the enemy n bard pauses to re.
mark:
| War! War! Awake! The French have
crossed the Rhine,
And Cossacks swarm upon our eastern
line.
These obvious lies are not dwelt on,
however. Probably not w 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 1t
was added, in faint voice here and
there: "We did not wish this war;"
One is 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 war;"
NO." says the crown prince in a lucid
moment, 1T was quite a different war
you wanted, wasn't 1t, papaT
But coming back to the poets, It may
be said that while at rare intervals
they remembered to make a note of
the fact that the war was q complete
and unpleasant surprise to Germany,
their whole attitude was that now that
1t had come, they were delighted. They
dreamed of blood, they sang Of It. At
last the weapons Germany had been
fondling 81 long were to find a mark.
Rudolf Herzogs 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 tho earth Of hell be full.
Our steel shall cleave the foeman's skull.
Such was the picture that inspired
the frenzled 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 Allies.
While they were in the midst Of CORY
composition, their eyes in a 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.
dlately the mad poets grew madden
yet, and the recipient Of all their poi.
soned darts a poor old England
The anger Of a German when things
are going as he wished Is not a pretty
thing, but the anger Of the same mar
when things are going wrong Is enough
to make God tremble.
In this dark hour when all Germany
was sruttering with a fury SO terrible
1t seemed words could not be found t
express 1t, Herr Ernst Lissauer came
|: forward and earned the nations graft
tude by penning his famous "Hymr
Of Hate" In our country we are al
familiar with this dainty little thing
which ends:
: 50. what care we for French or Russ?
It's a shot for a shot when they shoe
at US.
> We fight our battles with bronze m,
steel
> And when We stop We shall see you kneel
1ts YOU we hate with q lasting hate
4 Nor will We abate one title Of hate
. Hate by water and hate BY land.
= Hate OF the head and hate OF the hand.
Hate Of artisan, hate OF king,
[ Hate which seventy millions fling:
= One love they know, one hate they know
. They know but one. one only foe:
t England
Little Ernst, cropping around In tn
4 madhouse, seems to have found word
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