WAR WRANGLES IN NEW YORK. Outside the office of the New York 1 Herald * war bulletins are displayed, and large crowds congregate to obtain the latest news from the front. Partisans of the. warring nations are there (says J. S. Stewart ""Richardson in l the New York 'Herald"), and none has a hesitancy in offering his opinion of the gigantic conflict from his own particular point of view. Many comments are interesting and even instructive. Some are ridiculous, but all confirm the depth of the intense? interest manifested in the world struggle by New York's heterogeneous millions. In no place of like size, in the world has there ever been congregated so many persons of such a diversity of nationality. In New York you will find the blond-haired, blue-eyed I*"inu: the deep-chested Lithuanian : the unsmiling Teuton, bespectacled, bellicose, and bull-throated; the debonair Frenchman of good family, and the equally patriotic chef from the little French restaurant around the corner; the slim-flanked Englishman, unruffled and confident; the Irishman, who is more English than ever was dreamed possible; the*"* rugaed Scot, who says little, but watches "and waits, ready to strike if required ; the black-browed Austrian, and the somewhat disinterested Hungarian—all are there every day, and ail are profoundly interested. —lrishman Silences a German.— A bulletin had just been thrown upon the great white screen opposite the • Herald ' building by the ' Herald ' stereopticon. It told of the dropping of bombs by a German aviator. This dialogue between a middle-aged prosperous--1 appearing German ;mci a young Irishman followed : ci Yes, by gosh, the Zeppelins will get them going good, .lust you wait, that's all. Do you know what they'll do to this fancy British Fleet? Well, that's what they'll do to it," remarked the German with a pompous air. " You speak like a man who has had much experience,'' replied the Irishman, quietly. "You bet I do. Ain't I been all over the world? Well, 1 have, and, believe me, those conceited Englishers will be getting what's coming to them soon, all right. You watch." —An Off Day For Zeppelins.— " I suppose it was an off day for Zeppelins when the German cruisers and destroyers wandered outside of Heligoland the other day to take a look around and ran foul of your friends, the fancy British Fleet," retorted the Irishman quietly—for an Irishman. " Well, now, that didn't amount to anything. That v. as only a starter. If I was in command I'd take the whole outfit through the centre of the French line. That's the stuff. Mass all the guns in the middle and plough, through them just like a shell through boiler plate. I know the French and the English are no good as fighters. I've seen them all over the, world." "There's a sprinkling of Irish up there, too, just now that might be heard from in a day or two," remarked the other. "But you've been all over the world; you say. Have you been in England?" "No, I ain't, but—— *' "Have you been in France'/'' "No, but " " Well, but what?" "But a lot of Germans have been." " Yes. and a lot of 'em will never leave France," grimly replied the Irishman. And the German gave his undivided attention to the bulletins. "I don't know anything about war, but I know something about fighting !" The statement was hurled in no gentle tone by a square-shouldered individual, who rolled a cigarette with one hand and emphasised his point with the forefinger of his other hand upon the shoulder of a tall German youth who had undertaken to show that the Allies' front could not last out 24 more hours. " It's a few years since I clone any fighting myself, but there's precious little about the game I ain't up to. Get me?" Again the shoulder tapping. " Well, you mark my words, old top; when this Allied Army gets its second wind and has the other bunch well tangoed off their feet, so to speak, you'll see a nice little jab put over, and your friend the Kaiser will still be pulling the big sleep stuff when the referee has finished counting ten." —Y'ankee Bluejackets' Views.—■ This, from two sun-tanned bluejackets recently returned from Vera Cruz : "Looks as if the Dutch outfit mighty near put it over on that other gang up there in France, Jeff," remarked the younger one of the pair. " Some, little right going on there, heli?" " Some fight is right, but it looks to me as if the French ginks and their limie pals were putting up the real scrap." (In American ships British sailors are termed lime-juicers, hence "limie.") "I'm no soldier, you know that. Herb, but from all accounts" it looks to- me as if that gang have just got to go in. "And them limies ain't such slouches at the battleship stuff, either, H*rb. I'd J have given two fingers or an ear to have been at that fight the other day off H*ll-some-place-or-other. The Dutchmen seemingly came out to get a slant at what was doing." "Ave, aye, and they copped considerable slant, believe me,' 1
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PATRIOTS ABROAD, Evening Star, Issue 15692, 5 January 1915
PATRIOTS ABROAD Evening Star, Issue 15692, 5 January 1915
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