The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-11-23

land I will do 50 now. It was in Philadelphia at the German Day. was making the principal speech In German and some hoodlums started to boo. would have glad . ly talked in English then and given them Q piece of my German mind, but I did not think. One of them passed an unusually insult. ing remark when we sang our Horst Vessel song and I am glad to report that he got what was coming to hinl"
 There was polite applause, and thus encouraged, Herr Nicholai continued for twenty minutes more. Finally his speech was over and there was an intermission. A line of people formed at the lite tie panel in the rear of the hall and Q waiter passed beer through to them. I was watching this pro- ceeding when MT. Wheeler.Hill tapped me on the shoulder and said, Der Fuhrer has consented to see you." l followed him the length of the hall to the door that led to the office.
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 He preceded me Into 1t, halted respectfully before large man behind e large desk, and de. claimed, "Frits Kuhn, Fuhrer des Amerika6eutschen VOlksbundes." Der Fuhrer acknowledged neither me nor the introduction. His head dropped over the keyboard of @ portable typewriter on his desk, and two thick index fingers hov- cred uncertainty above the type- writer, which he seemed to be trying to operate by sheer force of will. He wore 6 black suit with . Norfolk jacket, and his white expanse of face seemed as ex- pressionless az a cliff.
 There were two books on his desk. one was copy of Hitlers "Mein KaInpf," the other blue bound volume of the Social Regis. ter. l was looking at 6 picture on the wall of the American Flhrer presenting book to the German Fuhrer when the former glanced up and said, "Yes, take e good look at everything. Don't miss q anything"
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 His accent was thick and held Q curiously angry note.
 Look ct the luxurious Oriental rug on the fioorl" There was e thin strip of dirty carpet. Don't miss the perfumel You smell per. fume?"
 I sniffed uncertainty, smelled no perfume, aid said, "Why2"
 All the writers smell the per- fume. Always in their stories about me, lies, lies, lies. I don't give 6 damn. Don't miss any, thing. See the swastika? The pie ture of Hitler2 Of RooSevelt2"
 I was almost surprised to see these on the wall.
 T just wanted to tell you I was enjoying the meeting"
 Hc did not answer. He still seemed angry.
 "You believe iii freedom?" he asked, and the question was like a sheer. "A man with c half Q million holding c chob he is not suited for, while good men 90 hungry. Is that freedom7" Nothing But Lies
 He dld not give me c chance to answer, but went on in a guttural stream that seemed to hint of in- terior preSsureS seeking relief. Freedom of the preSsl I send on article to the paper and they do not print 1t. Nothing but lies about Germany! Is that free- domp'
 He was walking up and down the room now, and his body was 50 thick and angular that he seemed short despite his height. He turned aecusingly and said, Freedom to work under the bay. onetS of the Ci.o.l" said noth- ing and he asked angrily, "Is that freedom2 Freedom to have your bank fail and lose your money. Is that freedom2 Ach," he said with scornful finaiity, "free- dom to get c cup of coffee, that's the only freedom here." Then he accompanied me to the door and added, "They got that freedom in every country if you got the money" .-...,
 Back to Beer
 I stepped out into the friendli- ness of the hall. Some of the Ru- dienee were still drinking beer and there was still the faint, far away sound of the violin in the restaurant. As I walked back to my scat, the intermission was coming to an end. The hinged panel in the rear wall through the beer had been passed was closed and those in uniform were stand- ing at frozen-faced attention in q line at the rear of the hall. Herr Nicholai took the platform again and said he wanted to introduce Bob Wood, who talked to us four year, ago and still has the same enthusiasm. As Herr Nicholai talked, a slim young man with large ears walked down the aisle, smiling and shooting up his right arm in jerky Nazi salutes. He was twenty -one and a junior, l found later, ct Columbia College. As he