Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-09-28
BACKGROUND OF EVENTS
BY PAUL Y. COLLINS.

Heimweh! Malade de nostalogie!
Inconsistencies! This is the time of year
when that sort of NAL du pays becomes
epidemic throughout the Northern
Hemisphere.
Mid pleasures and Summer resorts,
Though we may motor;
Be it ever so humble,
Home now we had oughter.
AS a poet I'm a fine mathematician
and "sobber." for heart emotion comes
naturally and beyond control. While
recognizing the human frailties of the
above. it would be wicked to improve it
and cause envy in the heart of my fell
low genius, Philander Johnson. poet
laureate of The Star. Oh, hi, oh!
1t takes only a few short weeks of
for the man without country, in
Guiding the wandering Jew and the
weary Willie And the tourist on the
other side of the customhouse.
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How many men there are today in
just that pathetic condition! 1 do not
refer to the poor folks VINO have lost
their homes by fire or fraud or financial
disaster-though they are, indeed, to be
pitied. I speak not of the victims of the
World War who were forced to flee be-
fore the incendiary shells destroying
their homes. Verify, they have their
reparations! Maybe the Kellogg treaty
will prevent any such catastrophe in the
future-though we await with interest
the last word from Manchuria. Whom
I have in mind, and who call for ut
most coincidence, is that great class OF
| restless, nervous, never tranquil men
and women whose main complex is ex-
pressed in the hungry cry, Where DO
we go from here?" Home, Jeems!"
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We do not realize how many even
great" and historic people there are In
j the world who cannot say those words,
Home, Jeems!"
In our coy homes we build imaginary
palatial edifices of delight Time was
when Kaiser Wilhelm had so many cas-
ties that he had to card-indsx them.
| Today. if the Kaiser were to attempt
| to speak that simple command he would
! have to stop saving wood and talk
about "heraus gegangen," or words to
that effect. It's terrible for the once
great to get in Dutch with prosperity
and join the weary Willies and the
wandering Hebrews and the man with
out a country-the banished!
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How bravely we used to recite in
school:
| "Banished from Rome?
What's banished but set free
From daily contact with the things 1
| loathe?"
Since those oratorical days I've met
and interviewed Mussolini, who seemed
| to think that Rome was all rlght-a
fine, growing town, with a great future:
He's head of the Booster Club, pledged
| to make Rome bigger and better city.
like any Western metropolis in the
U. S. A.
Strange-these local prejudices and
| hopes! It broadens one to travel and
see other places. Yet Rome has its t1ne
points, too. Even Paris
! This Summer I've gone PACK 10 my
birthplace for the first time in TOUR
decades. All, for serenity and sweet
=! loneliness, give me that little brick cot
| taee of my blessed grandmother, with
its long brick floored porch and those
same cedar trees and the spacious lawn
where we cousins used to play and you
NAV have the Amphitheater and i
| was almost ready to throw in that mir
acle of splendor-old st. Peters,!
Home, Jeems!"
It is only a few years since the world
! feared the Russia of "Lenin and Trot-
sky." Today, Lenin is sepulchered In
glory, but poor Leon Trotsky is the out
cast not alone of the mighty nation
over which he had been joint dictator
and generalissimo of all its army. send
| ing perhaps hundreds of thousands OF
fellow citizens arbitrarily to sudden
death-not alone banished from Soviet
Russia, which he and his partner Lenin
created, but refused admittance by ma
| ton after nation, as an undesirable
| citizen" "A man without countryt'
| I've never been more homesick than
poor Leon is today He can't say with
out suffering, Home, JIMMY" He has
no home in all the world, not even a
grave among his thousands of slain.
! Long live Amanullah. the deposed
King Of AfghanistanI We import AT