Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1919-02-07

station. with a young mob at my heels.
1t reminded me bit of Germany-it
was so different. Instead of bricks
and bayonet jabs, the mob gave me
cigarettes and chocolate and sand
witches. They also handed me ques-
tons enough to keep me busy an
swering to this day If could.
got on the train to Zurich, and at
every stop on the way there were more
presents and more cameras and more
questions. At st. Gallen they had
cards ready for me to write on, and
then they we're going TO send them to
anybody / wished. The station at
Zurich was packed with people, and /
began to think was star for sure.
Francis B. Keene, the American con-
sui general at Zurich. and his assist
ant, were there to meet me. We
walked few blocks to his Office, and
all the way the cameras were clicking
and the chocolates and cigarettes pill
ing up until i felt like Santa Claus on
December oath. After a little talk
with Mr.. Keene. he took me to the
Stussehof hotel, where my wounds
were dressed-and believe me. they
needed it.
The Swiss certainly treated me well.
Every time came out on the streets
they followed me around, and they
used to give me money. But the money
might just as well have been leather
or lead-I could not spend it. When
ever / wanted to buy anything the
shopkeeper would make me present
Of it.
also visited the Hotel Baur au Lac,
the. home Of Mr.. and Mrs. Harold Nc
Cormick of Chicago, who are doing
such fine work with the Red Cross
and are looking after the Belgian and
French refugees in Switzerland. It
was dinner, and much appreciated
by one guest, at least. need not mem
ton his name, but he ate so much that
he felt ashamed afterward.
do not think he got In bad for it.,
though, for afterward Mr.. and Mrs.
Mccormick each gave him valuable
present, which he needed badly. After
the dinner Mrs. Mccormick made lit
tie patriotic speech, in which she said
that the Huns would never trample on
the United States flag, and some other
things that made all the Americans
there very proud, especially Mr.. Keene
and myself. So you see was having
great time.
But was having little trouble, all
the time, for this reason: there were
quite few Germans interned In Zu-
rich, and they went about in uniform.
Now, when / saw one of these birds
and remembered what had been hap
pening to me just short time before
my hands began to itch. Believe me.
it was not "good morning that I
said to them. / enjoyed it all right;
they were not in squads and had no
arms, so it was hand to hand, and pie
for me.
But Mr.. Keene did not like 1t, l
guess, for he called me to his office
one morning and bawled me out for a
while, and promised to be good.
you're supposed to be neutral" he
said. And said, Eyes, and when I
was torpedoed and taken prisoner, I
was supposed to be neutral, too" But
said would not look for trouble any
more, and started back to the hotel.
But no sooner was underway than
Hun private came along and began
to laugh at me. My hands itched
again, and / could not help but slam
him few. We went round and round
for while, and then the Hun re-
versed and went down instead. Mr..
Keene saw us, or heard about it, so he
told me l had better go to Berne.
So off went, with my passport. But
the same thing happened in Berne.
tried very hard, but just could not
keep my hands off the Germans. So /
guess everybody thought 1t was good
thing to tell me good-by-anyway 1
was shipped into France, going direct