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THE HOHENZOLLERNS IN AMERICA With The Bolsheviks In Berlin And Other Impossibilities By Stephen Leacock
CONTENTS
I.โTHE HOHENZOLLERNS IN AMERICA
PREFACE
CHAPTER I โ On Board the S.S. America. Wednesday
CHAPTER II โ City New York. 2nd Avenue
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
II.โWITH THE BOLSHEVIKS IN BERLIN
III.โAFTERNOON TEA WITH THE SULTAN
IV.โECHOES OF THE WAR
1.โThe Boy Who Came Back
2.โThe War Sacrifices of Mr. Spugg
3.โIf Germany Had Won
4.โWar and Peace at the Galaxy Club
5.โThe War News as I Remember it
IโTHE CABLE NEWS FROM RUSSIA
IIโSAMPLE OF SPECIAL CORRESPONDENCE
IIIโTHE TECHNICAL WAR DESPATCHES
IVโTHE WAR PROPHECIES
VโDIPLOMATIC REVELATIONS
VIโA NEW GERMAN PEACE FORMULA
VIIโTHE FINANCIAL NEWS
6.โSome Just Complaints About the War
7.โSome Startling Side Effects of the War
V.โOTHER IMPOSSIBILITIES
1.โThe Art of Conversation
Introduction to H.E. the Viceroy of India, K.C.B.,
IIโHOW TO OPEN A CONVERSATION
2.โHeroes and Heroines
3.โThe Discovery of America;
4.โPolitics from Within
5.โThe Lost Illusions of Mr. Sims
6.โFetching the Doctor: From Recollections of Childhood in the Canadian Countryside
I.โThe Hohenzollerns in America
PREFACE
The proper punishment for the Hohenzollerns, and the Hapsburgs, and the Mecklenburgs, and the Muckendorfs, and all such puppets and princelings, is that they should be made to work; and not made to work in the glittering and glorious sense, as generals and chiefs of staff, and legislators, and land-barons, but in the plain and humble part of laborers looking for a job; that they should carry a hod and wield a trowel and swing a pick and, at the day's end, be glad of a humble supper and a night's rest; that they should work, in short, as millions of poor emigrants out of Germany have worked for generations past; that there should be about them none of the prestige of fallen grandeur; that, if it were possible, by some trick of magic, or change of circumstance, the world should know them only as laboring men, with the dignity and divinity of kingship departed out of them; that, as such, they should stand or fall, live or starve, as best they might by the work of their own hands and brains. Could this be done, the world would have a better idea of the thin stuff out of which autocratic kingship is fashioned.
It is a favourite fancy of mine to imagine this transformation actually brought about; and to picture the Hohenzollerns as an immigrant family departing for America, their trunks and boxes on their backs, their bundles in their hands.
The fragments of a diary that here follow present the details of such a picture. It is written, or imagined to be written, by the (former) Princess Frederica of Hohenzollern. I do not find her name in the Almanach de Gotha. Perhaps she does not exist. But from the text below she is to be presumed to be one of the innumerable nieces of the German Emperor.
CHAPTER I โ On Board the S.S. America. Wednesday
At last our embarkation is over, and we are at sea. I am so glad it is done. It was dreadful to see poor Uncle William and Uncle Henry and Cousin Willie and Cousin Ferdinand of Bulgaria, coming up the gang-plank into the steerage, with their boxes on their backs. They looked so different in their rough clothes. Uncle William is wearing an old blue shirt and a red handkerchief round his neck, and his hair looks thin and unkempt, and his moustache draggled and his face unshaved. His eyes seem watery and wandering, and his little withered arm so pathetic. Is it possible he was always really like that?
At the top of the gang-plank he stood still a minute, his box still on his back, and said, "This then is the pathway to Saint Helena." I heard an officer down on the dock call up, "Now then, my man, move on there smartly, please." And I saw some young roughs pointing at Uncle and laughing and saying, "Look at the old guy with the red handkerchief. Is he batty, eh?"
The forward deck of the steamer, the steerage deck, which is the only place that we are allowed to go, was crowded with people, all poor and with their trunks and boxes and paper bags all round them. When Uncle set down his box, there was soon quite a little crowd around him, so that I could hardly see him. But I could hear them laughing, and I knew that they were "taking a rise out of him,"
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