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Hongkong Telegraph.
"You know
it's
only the milkman.."
by
WILLI FRISCHAUER
The distinguished Viennese journalist now a refugee in England.
"P
OLICE cars roared through the streets, we heard the shrilling of police whistles, and, when we looked down from our windows, we realised that our street had been occupied by Black Guards and police ..
A Jew from Vienna, one of the few able to leave Germany after the recent pogrom, was giving me his own story of his escape.
"We watched 5.A. men taking Away Jews from their houses, and, behind the curtains, we saw the weary faces of tired women look- ing at their husbands for the last time as they were bundled into
Wyndham St., Hongkong the cars.
'Phone 26615 February 22, 1939
This Is Not War No
JO MORE insensate example of the utter irresponsibility of could have Japan's militarists been provided than by the horri- fying mass murder of civilians in British and Chinese territory For the Hongkong frontier jester-
day morning.
make
excuses
It is hard to imagine that even Japan's spokesmen, notorious 118 they are for the
with for which they altacks ott foreign lives and
find
for property. can
EXCUSE yesterday's violations.
visited the The airmen who Hongkong frontier demonstrated For Forty-five minutes the differ- ence between mass murder, and civilised warfare.
What possible excuse can there
انادا
Firstly, the Hongkong-Kwang- tung harder is not demarcated by an imaginary line. It is clear and unmistakable, 11 wide strip of water that glimmers shimmering- ty to visiting nirmen.
Secondly, no trains rua on the Chinese section of the Kowloon- Canton Railway, and this fact is delinitely known to the Japanese military authorities.
Thirdly, the military post and railway station at Lowa were clearly marked by Britiah nga. It would have been Impossible for airmen bombing at low altitudes, as the Japanese bombed yester day, not to see these flags.
These are incidents that con- cern Great Britain, which already. ia protesting in unmistakable terms to Tokyo.
But there is another incident, a more appalling incident, that concerns the entire elvilised world.
Shum Chun was not a military objective. It has
not been military objective since the Japan- ese troops raided the border last December. The Japanese authori- ties are fully aware of the fact that no Chinese troops have been stationed at Shum Chun since the beginning of the year-that the Chinese city is no repository for war materials and that even the anti-aircraft defences have been removed.
"It was seven o'clock in the evening, and after the bustle of the arrests had died down we heard nothing but an occasional cry from a child. It was the only sound to break the ominous still- ness, but for the marching of heavy boots which ebbed rhyth mically to and fro.
"We sat down round the table in the big room, father, mother and I. We waited. We could do nothing else.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. We tried to pull ourselves together, to get ready for
But it was only Anny, the girl from Number 42. She came to tell us that they had taken her brother away. She sat down and wept quietly. We were so afraid that we could not even try to comfort her.
"Night fell, and we sat still, scarcely exchanging a word. We had heard many rumours during the day. All male Jews would be arrested, they sald. Father tried to make a cheerful face and even to crack n joke. But somehow our terror gave sinister meanings to his poor brave little Jokes,
The night passed, and we were still sitting round the table when dawn came. We did not dare to go to bed or even take of our clothes, We were tired out, almost hysteri cat. How much longer could we hope to remain free?
"There was a rumbling on the stairs outside. We looked at each other. Was it now?
"It was only the man from the upper floor going out to work early. Sunlight came through the window on to the floor now.
Then the doorbell rang-I shall never forget the sound. I looked up at the clock. It was seven. A second time the doorbell rang be- fore we realised that our hour had struck, The impatient shriek of the bell sounder threatening.
Slowly I got to my feet, birt the few steps to the door seemed miles. I could hardly, drag myself there. Before I got to the door the bell rang for a third time...."
My friend, sitting opposite me in our comfortable Hampstead fat, trembled, as he told me his story. His tale brought back to him the norrors of the night, the danger from which he had only just es- caped.
"If only British pooplo know how lucky they are," he said, "when their ball rings at soven in the morn- ing they know it is only the milkman.”
The Japanese authorities knew, He sighed. Looking around be too, that Shum Chun had been seemed only now to realise again turned into a refugee zone by a that he was safe; refugee committee headed by the Bishop of Hongkong. They knew that many refugees who sought sanctuary in Hongkong had re- turned to Shum Chun with the usburance from the Hongkong authorities, who received it from the Japanese military comman- ders, that 48 hours notice would be given before the border area would again be molested.
The Japanese cannot possibly for the And adequate excuses wholesale slaughter
men. women and children that occurred in Shum Chun yesterday. They cannot possibly explain away the machine-gunalog that claimed so many innocent Ilves.
It was deliberate and. barbarie massacre.
Then he continued with the account for his arrest. It was, how- ever, no different from the pro- cedure which the police apply to And in the cell into criminals. which he and fourteen other Jows were pressed there werʊ really three housebruakers,
They provided, he said, quite a change in atmosphere...
My friend wis lucky to... hava a British visa in his passport and hile
"The world cannot realise the constant trapcdies which tear the hearts of those Jews who survive."
twelve different tax receipts in perfect order. When the prison became Intolerably overcrowded prisoners were called up and asked. which of them could guarantee to get out of the country at once.
My friend raised his hand, and with three others who were in the same lucky position he was taken
to a special room, where their papers were examined.
All four of them had been in Vienna all their lives. Now they inust leave the city for ever.
Where are you asked each other.
French Congo." London
going?" they
Dutch West Indies..." Shanghai...
"Join the Jews and scd the world."
my friend sold to me cynically.
But the world is not such a pleasant place to look at just now, and the Jews' troubles start again as soon as they cross the German frontier.
The other day 1 met a famous Jewish doctor who was happy to escape to Britain. Patiently he had been waiting for permission to take up his studies again and qualify to practise here.
I knew him in Vienna some years ngo. Patients flocked to his house from far and near. He had gained fame for his research work in a special feld of medicine. He had tought foreign doctors how to apply his own particular treatment which had cured hundreds who had formerly been held incurable.
Here in London he goes to school He joins young English again. students in the lecture theatre, he works side by side with them in laboratories and hospitals under doctors who, a year ago, would have been honoured to be allowed to watch him at his work in Vienna.
A man of nearly sixty, he has adapted himself quickly to his new life. But when he comes homo in the evenings his age begins to tell. Would he be able to carry on for two years until he is allowed to practise again Would it then not be too late...?
And still he was regarded as one of the lucky ones, who could look forward to a new life.
What about another friend of mine, who succeeded in getting a Httle money out of Germany? Here ho with enough to live for an- other six months. What is he going to do?..
He carried on an estate agent's business in Germany. Ho can jurtly regard himself as one of the greatest experts in Berlin real estate. Ho knows ɑvery acre of the city. But, what now?
Lulle. Soon there would be no money left and nothing to eat,
"They have given permission for our boy to come to England." said a letter which have received from young couple in Hamburg: Please look after him when-he gets there and visit him in the home to which they will take him. This letter really is not written with Ink. Into every word goes a tear of sorrow for the child whom we must lose in order to save him. We shall probably never see him again...
Ten thousand of these poor Jew- ish children will be brought to Great Britain and thus be spared the horrors
which pre their parents' fate.
I have a little baby myself, who is the only. bright spot in a life of the many difficul-
tios of an exile. To think that I should, here and now, say goodbye to the little rascal, never hear her happy laughtor again, nover dry the tears on hor rosy face-and regard myself lucky because it is the better alternative-it is too much for words....
The world looks up when win- dows are smashed and synagogues burned down. It cannot realise the constant tragedies which tear the heart of those Jews who sur- vive,
In my own family thero have been three violent deaths since Hitler marched into Austria in March of this year. And there are still members of my family who regard the dead ones as lucky.
Girl Leaps 420ft. From Cathedral
VIENNA.
A 20-YEAR-OLD girl committed aulclde recently by throwing barself from the top of u 420ft. tower of the famous St. Stephen's Cathedral here.
Yesterday Was
Shrove Tuesday
LET us all give thanks for the
good old customs and especially for one of the jolliest of them, which ordains that we ent our fill of pancakes on shrove Tuesday.
And whether we spice the doughy dainties with julce of lemon or of grape, or swallow them flavourless as ascetics do, let us pause for a moment in our feasting to remind ourselves that in more plous days they were consumed for the benefit of the soul, rather than for the palate's delight.
When priests were more powerful than princes, and the people flocked to them for "shriving," or absolu- tion, the day before Lent began, Imousewives found themselves in n nice little dietelle quandary. Al flesh food was forbidden during Lent what, then, was to be done with that bowl of delicious fat which yet remained in the larder on Shrove Tuesday?
Naturally, no thrifty dame, were the never so devout, could bear to see such goodness wasted--but she dared not have it still in the house by Ash Wednesday's dawning. We can imagine the moment of ponder- ing the plump hands on hips, und
hend side-bent.
Happily the fat suggested the fry- ing-pan, and the frying-pan plainly hinted at cakes; and thus to a reli- gious law's demand and the medine- val mothers' careful way of house- keeping do we owe the homely cele- bration of Pancake Day.
the course of the centuries there
I has been, it would seca, no busie change in the method of making pan- raices. John Taylor, the waterman- poet, tells us in his quaintly scornful fashion that in his time he lived from 1500 til 1653-"wheaten flour" was used, "which the cooks do mingle with water, eggs, spice, and other tragicul, magical enchantments, and then they put it by little and little Into a frying pan of botting suet, where it makes a confused, dismal kissing, until at inst, by the skill of the cook, it is transformed into the form of a flip-jack."
The lazy ones among us must, I think, very much regret the Inpsing of an old-time rule that the last member of the household to be seat- ed at the breakfast-table should be the first to receive a puncake. How ever, this was a barbed courtesy, for the intent was to put to shame the "lle-a-bed," who, if too sensitive of the rebuke, would fing the cake to the dog. If the dog refused it, then the late-comer was branded 13 sloth indeed,
on
But 1 suppose few people nowadays
for breakfast have panenkes Shrove Tuesday: the stomach wel- comes them far more gally at the luncheon-hour, when the line of the ringing of the Pancake Bell is pasl. You have heard, perchance, of how this bell-in far-off days called the Shriving Bell-proclaimed from thousand church towers the time for thic frying pans 10 begin their sizzling?
London-where 50 many traditions have outlasted cus- rung, tom-the bell is no longer though the sound of it echoed down Imany a century,
A
ND was not this one of Landon's
famous "crles"?
On Tuesday Shrive there sounds
a bell,
To passers-by it plainly rings to
fell:
Prepare to eat your pancake!
In some country parishes in Eng- land the bell rang ngain yesterday. and maybe village children scram bled, screaming, for pancakes tossed down to them
from
om a clamorous bel- their fry, as
great-grandfathers did when they were
young. The classic scramble, of course, is that which-as inevitably as the coin- ing of Pancake Day itself took place at Westminster School yesterday.
Once more the cook hurled the pancake particularly tough one, made specially for the occasion-over the bar that is set up in "big school," and the boys taking part in the "greeze" hurled themselves upon it. He who captured the cake, or the largest part of it, as usual, carried It is said that the off a guinea niso. frying-pan used at this most historie scramble is 500 years old.
reign,
King
Once, during his George the Fifth bonoured the event with his presence and laughed loudly as any at the fun of it.
THE
邀
HE present King, 100, has shown his interest in Poncake Day eus- toms. A low years ago he kicked off
in the two-days-long "game" of foot- ball that is part of the Shrovetide celebrations at Ashbourne, in Derby- shire--an It is at various places in Warwickshire, Durham, and Nor- thumberland,
Originally, the purpose of this Shrovetide football was to provide an opportunity for the populace to "let off steam" before assuming the grn- vity of Lent, Previously cock-fight- ing was the safety-valve.
Yeggs Cheat Themselves
Stockholm, Sask.
She Was Grete Elenbock, of Kremes, daughter of a judge.
The safecrackers who blew the sale This is the first suicide of its kind in municipai hall here got $27 for I watched him at lunch in a little.
since the war,
their troubio. The force of the blaat restaurant the other day. With every bite he took he glanced anxi“, Parts of St. Stephen's Cathedral, blew a package containing $200 ously at the menu. Every bit means which stands in the centre of Vienna, across the floor, where it as dis
covered next morning: A another bite out of his knall fore- | date back to the thirteenth century,
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