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Germany today and tomorrow                               IMAGE

Adolf Hitler is more than a clever tub-thumping politician. 
He has a genius for making the rose by any other name smell 
as sweet. He has the flair of the magician in oil and water 
mix. Today, they are all eating out of his hand, and for the 
most part seem to like it, possibly because they all realize 
that he Is......their leader in the Deutschland ueber Alles 
tradition. They may not all believe in Santa Claus, but 
certainly he has a substantial present in his sack for 
everybody.                                              p. 27

Whenever I was in Berlin after that I would pass daily 
through Wilhelmstrasse on my way to the American Express. 
Winter or summer, holiday or workday, rain or shine, there 
was always a crowd. Some arrived as early as six in the 
morning, in order to secure the prize park benches. Others 
brought their little chairs with them. Where the German 
visitor to Berlin used to make directly for the great 
Museums, the Zoologische Garten, the Tiergarten or Unter 
den Linden, now they come to Hitler's official residence. 
It is the Lhasa of the Dalai Lama of Naziism. They come 
early and stay late - perhaps the whole day. They put on 
their best clothes as though they were going to the temple. 
They bring their children and their lunches and many of 
them bring flowers for Der Fuehrer. Their hope is that 
they may see him come in or go out. Occasionally he will 
come to the window, give his peculiar salute in answer 
to their awesome cheer, and disappear. 
p. 35/36

 ...but Hitler always conveys the idea of being restlessly 
distrait always in the saddle, his mind and soul and very 
words leaping on to the next problem. Untouchable, not in 
the sense of being too high and mighty to mingle with the 
crowd, but too busy to do so.
p. 36

Now he is the first of all Firsts. The same quality of 
psychological [unreadable] of relationships between 
subjects and ruler, or people and leader, are apparent 
in both Hitler and the Kaiser. Each the All-Highest. 
What was applied jokingly to the Kaiser about "Me und 
Gott, could be said with equal nicety about Hitler, 
although it is of the people's intention rather than his 
own. For, above all things, Hitler is a simple man; he 
has always been. A common soldier in the trenches 
where he won the Iron Cross of the first Class. A 
singular achievement of personal bravery by one who, 
if he had met death, would have been Just another 
Unknown Soldier. A German gentleman of the Old School, 
who has nothing in particular to than Den Fuehrer and 
his Party told me: "Make no mistake. 
This Hitler is a great man - yet so simple that you 
scarcely know he is present."

p. 40

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In appearance there is nothing really distinguished 
about Hitler - scarcely more than there was about 
Napoleon Bonaparte, whom the English contemporaneously 
caricatured as a nincompoop. Hitler is quite the ordinary 
man until he begins to speak; then he is a very eloquent 
man. It is this unextraordinary quality that the common 
people love. Commodore [unreadable] put the same thought 
differently: "Hitler is a modest man - and the world needs 
modest men. Therefore the people love him. Like every good 
leader, he must be an efficient follower." He makes himself 
the humblest disciple of himself, the severest of all 
disciplinarians with himself. In fact, Hitler is a modern 
monk, with the three knots of Poverty, Chastity and Obedience 
tied in his invisible girdle. A zealot among zealots. He eats no 
meat, drinks no wine, does not smoke. I am told he takes for 
himself no salary, but lives privately from the income of his 
book, "Mein Kampf", which is to the Nazi with Mrs. Eddy's 
Science and Health is to the Christian Scientist. Surplus 
funds he turns back to the S. A.  His work day consists of 
eighteen hours usually, and he often falls asleep in the last 
hours of his work. There have been four women in his life - 
but only to help him along with service and money. A young 
Nazi once confided to me "I would die for Hitler, but I would 
not change places with Hitler. At least when I wake every 
morning I can say 'Heil Hitler'! But this man, he has no fun 
in his life. No smoking, no drinking, no women! Only work 
until he falls asleep every night!"

Hitler's single diversion from endless work is music, good 
music. He once gave something of a lecture at Wahnfried in 
Bayreuth, on Wagner and Deutsche Lieder" that astounded 
the musical  critics and revealed as a musical scholar of 
parts [unreadable]. Evening after evening Ernst Hanfstaengl - 
an accomplished composer and pianist as well as head of an 
important Propaganda department - is summoned to play for 
an hour to the tired chief.

There has been as much legendary nonsense written about Hitler 
as there was about Napoleon at the height of his power and career. 
Great numbers of intelligent persons perversely profess to believe 
absurd rumors that Der Fuehrer is a blatherskite weakling, in the 
face of self-evident facts of achievement. Other critics, with 
more sense but still lacking discrimination, contend that any 
capable leader could gone as far by striking the tender 
touchstone of German "wrongs" and shouting that he would 
right them....        
pp. 40/41

Sheer opportunism never lured him as much as the opportunity 
to preach his doctrines. His quality is messianic; his spiritual 
trend is ascetic; his reaction is medieval. In another day he 
would have been the preaching Monk of Munich, like San Juan 
Capistrano, rousing a nation to a crusade pitch. For it is not 
only his eloquent words that have roused a people and made 
increasing converts, but his life has impressed them. He lives 
the life of a pious political monk. What penance he demands of 
himself he commands of his followers, many of whom cannot 
"take it."
p. 43

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Hitler has stamina too. On a single day there in  Nuremberg, we 
saw nearly 100,000 soldiers without guns pass. It was a very 
hot day, over 90 degrees. .... Hitler stood during the whole time, 
hatless, in the broiling sun. But what is more, his hand was 
outstretched unflinchingly in salute more than half the time. 
Nor did I see him eat. The ascetic, the monk in him probably 
revels in it, but I have seen unnatural tints of flush in his 
naturally pale cheeks that give substance to stories of his 
not being a well man.                 
p. 44

It has been said that Hitler plays to the galleries. Frankly, I 
think he would appear downright foolish if he ever tried to 
do it; he is that deadly earnest sort. However, during one of 
those long days of endless marching men past Der Fuehrer, 
there was a little double incident that showed both his 
embarrassment ad his quick wit in self-recovery. During a 
break in the marching line, a young girl broke through the 
special guards surrounding Der Fuehrer and  ran across the 
open square, and paused directly in front of him, giving an 
agitated salute. Then she stepped forward and handed him a 
pretty bouquet of flowers. The throng gasped at such a piece 
of effrontery and lese majesty. The Fuehrer seemed utterly 
at a loss what to do about it for half a moment. In his 
momentary embarrassment the whole picture of might 
and majesty was spoiled, and many a loyal Nazi would have 
liked to give the brash girl a good kick for her pains. 
Recovering himself, Der Fuehrer saluted and the Maedchen 
returned to her place with a historical family anecdote to 
be passed down to her great-grandchildren. Meanwhile Hitler 
had  his adjutant cut the string of the bouquet and take a 
flower for himself. Already the procession had caught up 
with the break in the ranks. Perhaps a half-hour later a 
one-armed trooper came abreast of Der Fuehrer and - to 
his utter amazement - was signaled by the Leader to step 
out of the ranks. Hitler handed the astounded man the 
bouquet. He had been standing at salute, his one arm extended. 
He dropped it, came forward a [sic] thrust the bouquet in his 
blouse and ran on to catch his company. One might call this a 
"grand stand play" all right for at least fifteen thousand of 
us there in the stands saw it.
pp. 44/45

...I don't think that  fear compelled all the people 
[unreadable] places I visited to put Hitler's picture 
beside Hindenburg's where I saw it - in the homes of 
miners, in the rooms of paupers, in the poorhouse, in a 
prominent place in the Big House on the Hill, in sailors' 
cabins. Sometimes there was a popular lithograph linking 
the three portraits of Hitler, Hindenburg and Frederick 
the Great.

Finally, I attended an auction at Weisbaden one afternoon. 
Thrown aside among the junk, with no takers, was an excellent 
little painting of the Kaiser, while on display for 

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its worthfulness, and attracting much attention, was a 
lithograph of Der Fuehrer, a horrible chromo 
pp. 45/46


...the Great Moment arrives. "Der Fuehrer kommt!" We all 
rise and stand with outstretched hands, including U.S. 
Ambassador Dodd. But not the British and American correspondents.

Hitler looks as though this were his Big Day, too; refreshed, 
clean and happy ..... 
p. 69

One evening the Herr came home in actual tears, which 
glistened in his eyes when he told how he had just found 
out that some of his trusted employees had been pilfering 
for a long time. And the cause for the tears was not that 
they had stolen from him, but rather that it was a sin against 
Hitler, who had lifted. up the workers, confided in them, 
trusted. them implicitly!                                             
   p. 147.

Nuremberg again:

 .... Prince von Hesson-Nassau and the Lutheran Bishop take 
their seats, saluting and bowing with deep obeisance before 
the Fuehrer...The Fuehrer wipes the sweat from his brow and 
I wager that a score of St. Veronicas in the crowd would 
suffer martyrdom to possess that handkerchief...General 
Goering comes on, leading his divisions of Police, then drops 
off to stand beside Der Fuehrer, who smiles (for the first time) 
and nods familiarly. Movie people, lying flat in the dust before 
Der Fuehrer are trying to get "historical" shots...Finally, Der 
Fuehrer looks round with a smile....
p. 257/58

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