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THE HONGKONG TELEGRAPH, Thursday, JANUARY 12, 1939.

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Debunking War

WAR HYSTERIA is even grip-

ping the people "who know." America's envoys to London. and Puris 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 we 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 Romany out of an army of 76,- 000 lay dead on the field after the battle of Cannae; one- 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 fire until "you can see the whites of their eyes" killed more men with ten bullets than the Japanese have killed with 20,000.

During the Great War, 20,000 rifle 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 each death from artillery has increased to 150. In the Great War, the estimate is that this number had increased to 860.

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INTERNATIONAL S

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7

THE

BARRIER

So they tried to

kill a King?

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- ceed with my foolhardy plan to seck an Interview with "Le Zelen Cornellu Capitaine," Codreanu, paramount chief of

terrorist, the

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

telephoned interview had

me

ten minutes before, and with dead carnestness said, "Ensterman, 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 films came painfully to my mind as I was being driven through the dark. quiet streets of Bucarest,

In the motor-car on either alde of me sat a hatless Iron Guardist in uniform, green tunic, with Sam Browne belt and dark trousers.

Father Throws Baby From Window

Boston (Linca).

FISHERMAN George Bryan

Revell of Millhill, Boston, who in a drunken rage dropped his baby daughter Kita from a twelve-foot high window, was sentenced to six months' hard labour recently at Boston Policeļ Court.

The civil population has fared even better than the soldiers. "When the Mongols marched away from the remnants of the capital," exélnims the historian,gling six-year-old son from the same

Reveli's wife, standing outside, caught the seven-month-old child in her arms. A policeman stopped Re- vell before he could push his strug

window.

Mrs. Revell did not testify,

A constable said: "She is scared. stiff of her husband."

Police Constable

Mannestead

that he went to Rovell's house because of Mrs. Revell's fears tor her children's safety.

"there was not a groan or a cry to be heard from the people, for all who were in that city were lying dead.

Mongol, The Jenghiz Khan, the greatest testified conqueror that over lived, 700 years ago alaughtered 18,500,- 000 Chinese in 12 years of sporadic war. In the Sino- Japanese War, the total Chinese 'civilian casualties from bombe, shells and other violent forms of deaths are probably 1,600,- 000, excluding those who have starved to death.

"The door was locked," Police Constable Mannestead naid: "Ro- vell opened the lower half of the bedroom window and held Rita, saying: 'hero's your kid, I'm go Ing to drop her."

Mrs. Revell caught the baby. The policeman dashed up the back stairs:

and gripped Revell as he was about to drop six-year-old Brian from the same window.

by A. L. EASTERMAN

The chauffeur wag an Iron Guardist, in uniform.

the biting cold air, Codreanu nyde

magnificent strikingly

dramatic personnilty.

We drove what seemed to me an

for distanco

His an Interminable

The wheela eternity of time. crunched heavily in the thick snow.

At long last wo stopped before a large, brilliantly-ilt house on the outskirts of the city, the head- quarters, I was informed, of the Iron Guard. In a few moments I found myself in a laige room luside a aquare of green uniformed men, with outstretched arms In the Fascist greeting, to which I ro- sponded with a vague gesture of head and hand. Furtively I took in my surroundings. Walls hung with Clogs, large swastikas, daggera, photographs draped in black and crossed with knives (relics of Iron Guard ' martyrs," I learned). pictures of Mussolint and Hitler, and above 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

apd

suddenly

plercing eyes ilghted on mo.

Speaking In fair French, Codreanu inquired my wishes.

I

asked if I could talk to lum alone, 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 lender of (as he claimed) 1,500,000 men.

Here beside me was the arch- enemy of King Carol, the sworn 100 of Magda Lupescu, the King's friend, the inexorable enemy of the Jews, an assassin with a fanatical to political religious mission "purge? Rumania, as his admitted manters, Hiller and Mussolini, had done in their countries.

At this moment he was at the height of his power. At the recent general elections hin militant. semi-mili- tary party, had scored an unex- pected success.

Carol should have called him to omce, but realising the menace of Codreanu's growing army," fin- anced and encouraged by the Fascist States, he had passed him by.

Carol had done more.

GRIN AND BEAR IT

As

I

By Lichty

"I can't change this #0, Baddy-would you care to take the change

out in speeding?”

learned from the King himself, the next day he had resolved to banish from power the man, whos 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, talking incessantly.

At first he had glared at me for Beveral minutes on end without uttering a word. His gaze had the qucer, mystical, almost hypnotic with a quality of the fanalle mission."

When he began to speak it was in a loud, resonant volce. He was. not talking to me, but to a vision- ary audience of thousands.

He spoke of the King with re- strained deflaner.

"He has no right to be against our idens. He is not absolute-he should be an arbitrator."

He talked with grim ferocity of the Jews: "I am for their elimina- tian, 100 per cent. We must and shall destroy them."

He emphasised lila Fascist inten- tions: When I come to power I shall make an alliance within 48 hours with Germany and Italy."

When I rose to go, he took my hand, fixed me with a piercing look, smilled and said: "You know, I like you. Come to the country with me for a few days as my guest,"

Then, taking a photograph from hi.. table, he borrowed my fountain. pen to write across lt, "A memento- from Corneliu Z. Codreanu." and handed it to me.

I was not able to accept his invita- tion, but three days later, at his request. I visited him at the "Green House," the Iron Guard equivalent of Hitler's Brown House in Munich.

The printed account of my interview with him had contained these wurda: "The captain is a strikingly handsome young man of 38, who would make a fortune in Hollywood." The headline read "Rumania's 'Film Star' Hitler." Codreanu greeted me warmly. A copy his of the "Daily Herald' was in hand.

When I asked him if he liked the In- terview he frowned and pointed to the "Hollywood" sentence and the lead-

Kino.

"Isn't that somewhunt Ironical?" bo sald, the steely blue eyes fixed on me.

"On the contrary, Captain." I told him. "In England, when a man is called a film star, it means he has achieved fame greater than if he were Prime Minister."

Codreanu mlied with obvious entle- faction. "Now I understand. It's splendid Interview," o anid.

Then, picking up a book, he handed to me, saying, "I have willten some- thing in it for you." One of his officers translated his nutographed words: "To A. L. Eanterman, an honest and correct journalist."

To this day I am unable to explain this mystery. Codreanu himself told me, "I' and every member of the Iron Guard have sworn an oath on the Holy Bible and by the Archangel Michael never, as long as wo ilvo, to talk to or shake hands with a Jew, I con Instinctively leil a Jew na soon na he enters a room." I have never concenter my origin or my faith and the Iron Ounrd sples were the most emclent in ali Rumanian