IN HUNLAND

New Zealand Times, Volume XLIV, Issue 10211, 22 February 1919, Page 9

IN HUNLAND

WITH THE OCCUPYING ARMY. Mrs W. D. Bay ley, wife of one of the Canadian prohibition campaigners now in New Zealand, has received the following letter from J-. .r brother, Captain A. D. Mcßae, M.C., who is now with the army of occupation beyond the Rhine. Captain McEae, writing from Bonn, Germany, on December 10th, says:— Here we are at last at tho Rhine, and at present located in the above fair city. This is a university city, and a vory fine one. I dojnot know the population, but should judge somewhere between one and two hundred thousand; the buildings are very fine, indeed, and it is well located. We crossed the border into Germany on the morning of December 4th, and have been on the move almost daily since, landing here at noon to-day. We sure have these 'birds where we want them now, and they have to watch their step and step lively too. It is rather funny walking into some swell house, looking it over, and then telling the Hun proprietor whioh room you intend to live in for the night. The men all havo to raise their hats to the offioers and flag us as we pass along the roads or through the cities Sometimes they try to slink by, or feeling chesty decide not to do so, andras a consequence get them knocked off. Tho ones with: felt hats usually figure tho beet, as it is a simple matter to swipe a felt; hat off with a cane without greatly damaging the cranium under it, whereas those with peak caps usually get tho odd jolt on the "bean as well as losing the hat. For miles after crossing the frontier tho country is very sparsely settled, but as we neared the Rhine itgot quite thickly settled, with lots of little towns and villages. There is only one language the Hun understands, and he is just foxy enough to know that he would be out of luok if .he did not do/what was wanted of him, so we find the world oonSuerors of last March quite willing to ok one's boots. Talk about Jdds—there are thousands of them; never saw so many in my life. They are greatly pleased with the show of course, and follow the band for great ways. The talk and noise put up by the Hun about the people over here starving is all rot—and but a game ofi the wily Hun to try and gain sympathy.