Evening star., 1943-11-25

'QuuN N0ZIk00IO
Of Propaganda
Jerusalem is a carefully nursed
plant In the 0oebbels garden. Amer
leans, until recently, were in the
same salary bracket, but Goebbels
evidently has given up hope Of SOW
ing trouble in the United States
Therefore. the pay Of American en-
ployes Is being reduced, and his at
titude toward them is becoming
more and more nonchalant and
when left they were plainly headed
for fresh salary cuts.
My monthly credits, with over
time and extra broadcasts, seldom
reached 1000 marks. Even so, one
third always was deducted for taxes,
the same with all other broadcast
ers. There were also minor deduc-
tions. one voluntary contribu-
ton" for the Winter Help Fund and
another, an item called unemploy-
ment insurance. Male translators
were paid 800 marks monthly, the
department heads $500 to 1000.
Married people with dependents in
Allied" neutral or occupied terri
tories could send their families one
half Of their salary, paid at . nc
titious gold mark rate. Lord Haw-
Haw and few others excepted, the
radio Quislings enjoy no other priv
ileges like the double food cards
given accredited foreign corre-
spondents. We had to live mostly
on not so nourishing cabbage stews,
which do not require coupons and
which give only the passing illusion
Of having eaten.
Amery Highest Paid.
II Lord Haw-Haw is the highest
paid foreign broadcaster, there is,
however, one standing head and
shoulders above all for the payment
and consideration shown him by
the Nazis. He Is John Amery, rene-
gade son Of Leopold Amery, min
lister to india in the Churchill cab
met.
I don't like Jack, the dislike dat
ing from tho date his girl compan-
ion committed suicide. I remem-
Der how we broadcasters were all
sitting at the Funkeck Cafe In the
Adolf Hitler Platz, our customary
pre- Hamburg rendezvous, where
English, incidentally. is the predom-
inant language. Willy-Lord Haw-
Haw-turned to me, a broad, tooth
less grin splitting his ugly face,
disfgured by a huge scar.
Have you heard the latest news,
Biddy? That little French girl Jack
Amery brought with him has killed
herself. She was found dead In bed.
Last night she handed Amery a pill,
asked him to dissolve it in a glass Of
water, then drank 1t and died"
She was cremated, poor thing,
Amery sending an urn with her
ashes to her Turkish ex-husband.
Lord Haw-Haw commented that the
gesture was like saying, Here's your
wife. Thanks for the loan"
Amery, one of Goebbels' favorite
children, can do As he pleases, draw
all the money he wants, and he lives
at the best hotels where he some
times registers Is Herr Mayer.
Others Described.
Then there Is the Marquis" head
Of the French department, Apache
like with q yellow scarf and a slouch
hat down over his ears; and the Ice
landic broadcaster who turned to
radio when he failed as q composer;
and others too numerous to describe
individually.
Many Of these radio "Quislings"
are homesick. They can't go home
and that's their tragedy. once read
an American book about . man
without country. That description
fits many Goebbels' broadcasters. Al
though most work under assumed
the 'Frenchmen for instance,
their records are certainly known In
their homelands, keeping them exiles
for life. Their nightmare is . Ger-
man defeat. ..-
Lord Haw-Haw Is . good example
of this homesickness. I remember
him one day coming In the Funkeck
,afe, wearing as always . beret, an
over-sized coat reaching down to his
shoes, and swinging cane. Always
IN hurry he almost ran down an
girl announcer we know
only as Mildred. A Frenchman was
showing pictures from London. Joyce
grabbed the pictures. looking at them
long and intently as If he wanted to
engrave them forever on his mem
Dry. l asked him If he was longing
for home.
Eyes. Biddy." he said haltingly,
Il long for England-yes. with every
fiber in my SOUL"
Joyce Meant It.
That was all he said, but the
way he said it convinced me he
meant it. Haw-Haw hasn't much
Of an existence in Germany. With
his second wife, Margaret. he in
habits q poorly furnished two-room
fiat. His only luxury seems to be
a drink occasionally in Goebbels'
press club In the Leipzigerplatz,
where the regular correspondents
leave him strictly alone, detesting
the sight Of him. The Germans
don't like him any better. They
appreciate his work, but cannot for
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