Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-09-16

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like mice trying to bell q tomcat.
Gerechter Colt, do you suppose we
want to starve and die once more for
an illusion? Now We know"
OF course, you make the obvious an
swer. Men fresh from the horror OF
modern war never want another war.
But the younger generation? They are
too young even to remember the years
of their starvation. They never saw the
trenches. When the time comes they
will believe the old catchwords, the old
lies and receptions, all the chimera Of
military glory. Yet il you spend just
one day in Germany you never make
these remarks about the next genera
ton which mistakes the urge OF its
blood for an urge to war.
Attitude Of Students.
Talk to the younger generations in
Germany. Talk to them OF military
splendor and legitimate or illegitimate
revenge on the enemy. They have one
answer: IT hate all that!" Better still,
look at the. younger generation. You
see few of the old Saber cuts on the
young student faces. You also hear
the loud laughter of other young men
and women at this once enviable dis
tinction. For every student taking
himself seriously as q member OF a
corps and a proud recipient of facial
mutilation you'll see thousand stu
dents calling the military education a
ridiculous farce.
Oh, no, they're not learning to duel
They're not dreaming secret dreams OF
glory. They are doing just one thing;
they are playing games. Even in Amer
| lea you'll find no such enthusiasm for
| games. The young Germans are simply
made with the desire for sport.
Go Back to 1910.
Then let your memory go back to 1916
and the time you went to Berlin fol
pleasure and found yourself caught into
the popular excitement about the PruS-
sian Autumn naneuvers. Soldiers, sol
diers, everywhere, the populace mao
with excitement, Eitel Fritz cheered as
he rode by with his hand held at salute
nothing but talk about the army, anc
the official maneuverS on huge field.
OF course, the crowd really loved the
parade as you loved circus parade,
! with the reservation that march oil
| gaudy elephants and ridiculous clowns
is hardly an inducement to any desire
for war. AS you saw the lines pass with
leg after leg twisted to the goose steI
you remembered the circus and the sol.
emn parade of seven geese behind a
| clown playing on snare drum and q
clown tootling on a fife. Here you saw
$4,000 geese and clowns dressed up a.
officers that led the geese and In the
bleachers sat $4,000 geese in civilian
clothes.
You turned to a fat man who sat be.
side you and began to mutter: 1.-THE
goosestep isn't military strategy. II
won't win any wars 1t is simply gro.
tesque, nothing more"
Whereupon the fat man turned anG
you saw his eyes burning with mad.
ness. You realized it was not a gag
You saw how it bred murderous pas
sions and the lust for military glory
You saw whole people under the
yoke Of brainleSS aristocracy with nc
love of music and fine art and all the
tender and gracious things of life Yor
saw this people trembling from fear Of
a foreign invasion, fear for the conse-
quences of the Franco-Prussian war
fear for their trade and their colonies
but treasured by $4,000 picked troops
kicking out their legs like vertiginous
ballet dancers. Then you felt fear enter
your heart like a bitter wind At the
time you were pretty young, but you
knew war must come. You can't have
that sort Of thing and not have war. Il