Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-05-09
Herr srockdortf -Rantzau Writes Homo
Versailles, May 3.


Versailles, May 3.
My dear Lieschen:
Thou wilt forgive my not having written
to thee last night, for indeed | was quite col
lapspd My dear child, the so ingenious
knee stifeners thou knittedst for me entifel!
allied in the crisis. for when it came my turn
to speak was unable to rise from my chair.
o good old German knees, never did think
they would have failed me so. But, my
darling Hausfrau, the little strip OF lndia
rubber thou didst sew within the neckDand
of my collar was of goodly assistance. WIN
out it my linen would have been soreIy
wilted The fleece footwarmers were also
happy thought.
NV child, it was a horrible ordeal. How |
wish could be back with thee tonight to
receive thy wifeIy consultations, to light the
stove and shut all the windows and, get our
the china pipe and have thee put on my
carpet slippers and forget all our troubles.
This Clemenceau is terrible man. 1t
was contrary to all the rules OF civilized
peacefare to let man with so herce
moustache and so gittering an eye intimdate
us. His eyes are appalling to behold How
may | describe them to thee? Thou hast seen
little pools of beer, split on cafe table.
with the electric light shining upon them!
Even so do the eyes of the old French chan
cellor glow and CLEAN. And the haystack
moustache, My darling, ] believe he has let
il grow uutrimmed ever since the armistice,
ON purpose to increase the shreckhchkeh OF
our humiliation. How sad that great
statesman should stoop to such cruel strata
gems.
Herr Wilson at least has no moustache,
but his rasiertes gesicht was small consola
ton. He sat jauntily with his hands in his
linz no m
| fear that we Germans will all have our
hands in our pockets for fifty years to come.
When it was all over we came back to
the hotel and took turns with the pulmot0r
and the little ozone flask l brought IL was
nearly 10 o'clock before we gained sufficient
| strength to begin reading the text. We took
turns reading it aloud. Fifteen minutes was
as long as any one of us could manage at a
! time Poor Landsberg rashly attempted TO
| go on longer. but after reading the entire
| seventh section in a faltering voice he was
carried away. and is still under the doctor 8
care. Seventeen of the sixty typists in our
| marty are in Mysteries. Their morale had
| already been terribly undermined, poor crea =
! lures, by a heartless newspaper correspond :
| ent who described their costumes as a parody
of last years Partisan modes. Most of the
| stricken girls are consequently incapable of
| taking dictation and are now on the .veranda
| of the hotel, watching the women OF yer
sailles through opera glasses, in order to
remodel their garments. BY the way, never
forgetful of my sweet Lieschen, during the
session yesterday l managed to make little
sketch, as thou askedst me, of Frau Wilson 4
hat, which inclose, so that thy dressmaker
can copy it. That will be sore blow fol-
| Frau Ebert
Alas. sweet snail, this is a pitiless treaty
that they have upframed. Indeed / an
nearly as much opposed to it as the United
States Senate. We have to present our com
ments in French and English, SO l bid thee
mail me at once the little phrase book in my
left hand bureau drawer (the drawer wher'
/ keep my dachshund permit and pot o.
mucilage for mending paper trousers). IL
only knew the French for grievous covenant
rrieyously arrived at we could get started
The period of grace expires in two weeks
unless we expire sooner. Imagine what
state of mind we are all in. Try to find on
for me what has happened to the skull Of tn
sultan Okwawa, which we have got to returl
TO the British Government. Npne OF on
party ever heard of the man, Ask Her
| Ebert il he has got II lying around anywher