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Debunking War WAR HYSTERIA is even grip-
ping the people "who know." America's envoys to London and Paris make no attempt to hide their fears that Europe will be involved in war this spring.
Amidst all this talk of war, it is almost heartening to turn to a forecast of what will hap- pen if it does eventuate.
And wo find, paradoxically enough, that the more deadly the war the less chance you have of being killed.
The average death rate in the Great War was one per day of every 1,000 soldiers engaged. If you turn back the pages of history, an interesting thing is discovered. It is this: the more primitive the method of warfare the greater the casualty list. In the American Civil War the mortality was one in 87...
In 216 B.C. seventy thousand Romans out of an urmy of 76,- 000 lay dead on the field after of Cannae; one- the battle seventh of all Romans of fight- ing age had been slain in a single day. The old warfare where men clashed in hand-to- hand combat resulted in the death of one or the other; the defeated escaped only by the speed of their legs and the strength of their lungs.
As guns have improved, they have, like warfare, become less deadly. This seeming paradox is due to the fact that soldiers hide from weapons they cannot face without dying. The hero who cautioned his men not to see the fire until you can
whites of their eyes" killed more men with ten bullets than the Japanese have killed with 20,000.
During the Great War, 20,000 rille and machine-gun bullets were fired for each soldier killed. In the Franco-German War of 1870, eighty rounds of artillery were required to kill a soldier. In the Russo-Japanese War of 1904 the number of shells fired for cach death from artillery has increased to 150. In the Great War, the estimate is innt this number had increased to 860,
The civil population has fared even better than the soldiers. "When the Mongols marched away from the remnants of the capital," exclaims the historian, "there was not a groan or a cry to be heard from the people, for all who were in that city were lying
The Mongol, dead.
the Jenghiz Khan,
greatest conqueror that ever lived, 700 years ago laughtered 18,500,- 000 Chinese in 12 years of sporadic war. In the Sino- Japanese War, the total Chinese civilian casualties from bombs, shells and other violent forms of deaths are probably 1,500,- 000, excluding those who have starved to death,
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Storps Whitclones w
ERNATIONAL SUSPICION
THE BARRIER
So they
O THEY tried to kill King Carol?
I have met these Iron Guards in Rumania, I be- lieve I was the last Englishman to see Codreanu before he was killed.'
I had been warned not to pro- cred with my foolhardy plan to secl: an interview with "Le Zelca Cornellu Capitaine," Codreanu, paramount chief of the terrorist, anti-Semitic, openly Fascist Iron Guard of Rumania.
One of my friends, a noted. Bucarest journalist, whom I had told of the arrangements for the
had
me Interview
telephoned ten minutes before, and with dead earnestness sald. "Easterman, you are mad. I beg you not to go. You will never come back alive. These men are murderers.
"Codreanu has shot men with Their spies must his own hand. have found out all about you. They must know you are a Jew. You are playing with fire."
I professed to pooh-pooh the warning.
"Well, all right," he said, "It's your own funeral, but I'll give you three hours. If I don't hear from you by then I shall inform the police and the British Legation."
The most sinister gangster Aims came painfully to my mind as I was being driven through the dark. quiet streets of Bucarest.
In the motor-car on either side of me sat a hatless Iron Ouardis: in uniform, green tunic, with Sain Browne belt and dark trousers.
Father Throws Baby From Window
Boston (Lines). FISHERMAN George Bryan
Revell of Millhill, Boston, who in a drunken rage dropped his baby daughter Rita from a twelve-foot high window, was sentenced to six months hard labour recently at Boston Police Court.
Revell's wife, standing outside, caught the seven-month-old child in her arms. A pollerroan stopped Re- vell before he could push his strug- gling six-year-old son from the same window.
Mrs. Revell did not testify.
A constable said: "She is scared stiff of her husband."
Police Constable Mannestead testified that he went to Revell's house because of Mrs. Revell's cars for her children's safety.
"The door was locked," Police Constable Mannestend said. "Ro vell opened the lower half of the bedroom window and held Rita, aylag: here's your kid, I'm go ing to drop her.'".
Mrs. Ravell caught the baby. The policeman dashed up the back stairs and gripped Revell as he was about to drop alx-year-old Brian from the same window.
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kill a King?
by A. L. EASTERMAN
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Iron
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Tho chauffeur was Guardist, in uniform,
We drove what seemed to me an
for distance
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Wheele Tho eternity of time, crunched heavily in the thick snow.
At long last we stopped beforo a large, brilliantly-lit house on the outskirts of the city, the head- quarters. I was informed, of the few moments I Iron Guard. In found myself in a large room inside a square of green uniformed men. with outstretched arms in tho I re- Fascist greeting, to which sponded with a vague gesture of head and hand. Furtively I took in my surroundings. Walls hung with swastikas, daggers, flags, large photographs draped in black and crossed with knives (relics of Iran Guard martyrs," I learned). pictures of Mussolint and Hitter, and above a table a huge photo- graph of Codreanu himself.
A moment later, something like a torrent rushed into the room.
A towering figure of flaming. vigorous youth stood framed in the doorway. In ski-ing costume, a rough sheepskin cape over his shoulders, from which he shook the snow, his curly, fair hair tousled In boyish disarray, bright blue eyes fiercely flashing above high check bones in a pallid face blanched by
the biting cold air. Codreanu made magnificent and strikingly dramatic personality.
His
cyes piercing
suddenly lighted on me.
falr in
French. Speaking Codreanu Inquired iny wishes. I could talk to him alone. asked if
if he would answer a few questions. He turned quickly, uttering a few sentences to the man at his side, who gave a sharp command,
In a second, the room was empty. I was alone with the terrorist Fascist leader of (as he claimed) 1,500,000 men,
Here beside me was the arch- enemy of King Carol, the sworn foc of Magda Lupescu, the King's friend, the inexorable enemy of the Jews, an assassin with a fanatical to political religious
mission Rumania, as his admitted purge masters. Hitler and Mussolini, had done in their countries. At this moment he was at the height of his power. At the recent general elections his militant, semi-mill- tary party, had scored an unex- pected success.
Carol should have called him to office, but realising the menace of Codreanu's growing "army," fin- anced and encouraged by the Fascist States, he had passed him by.
had done Carol
more, as I
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learned from the King himself, the next day he and resolved to banish from power the man who might be his rival-and a danger- ous one-for rule over Rumania.
For more than two hours the Captain sat facing me across his table, taiking ince
incessantly.
At first he had glared at me for Geveral minutes on end without ultering a word. His gaze had the queer, mystical, almost hypnotic quailty of the fanatic "with a mission."
When he began to speak it was in a loud, resonant volce, He was not talking to me, but to u vision- ary audience of thousands.
He spoke of the King with re- strained defiance.
He has no right to be against our ideas, o is not absolute-he sliould be an arbitrator."
I talked with grim ferocity at the Jews: "I am for their elimina- tion, 100 per cent. We must and shall destroy them."
He emphasised his Fascist inten- I come to power I When tions: shall make an alliance within 40 hours with Germany and Italy."
When I rose to go, he took my hand, fixed me with a piercing jook, smiled and said: "You know. I like you. Come to the country with me for a few days as my
Bucst."
Tn, taking a photograph from his table, lie borrowed my fountain pen to write across it, "A memento from Cornellu Z. Codreanu," and handed 1 to me.
I was not able to accept his invita- Lion, but three days later, nt hin request. I visited him at the "Green House," the Iron Guard equivalent of Hilter's Brown House in Munich.
The printed account of my interview with him had contained these words: "The captain is a strikingly handsome young man of 38, who would make a fortune in lollywood." The headline read "Rumania's Film Star' filter." Codreanu greeted me warmly. A copy of the Dally Herald" WAS hand.
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When I asked him if he liked the lo- terview he frowned and pointed to the "Hollywood" sentence and the head-
Jine.
"Isn't that somewhat ironical?" he said, the steely blue eyes fixed on me.
"On the contrary, Captain." I told him. "In England, when a man is called a film atar. It means he has achieved fame greater than if he were Prime Minister."
Codreanu smiled with obvious natin- faction. "Now I understand. It's a splendid interview," he said.
Then, picking up a book, he handed it to me, saying, "I have wrliten some- Ling in it for you." One of his officera translated hi autographed words: "To A. L Easterman, an honest and correct journalist.”
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To this day I am unable to explain this mystery. Codreanu himself told me. "I and overy member of the Iron Quard have aworn art onth on the Holy Bible and by the Archangel Michael never, as long as we live, to talk to ur Bhako lands with a Jew. I can instinctively tell a Jew as soon na he enters a room." I have never concealed my origin or my faith and the fren Guard sples were the most. efficient in all Rumania.