South Bend Mirror, November 07, 1941

              MIRROR THE DEFRAUDED ARMISTICE f SOUTHBENH i 1 WEEKLY ] FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 7th, 1941 BELIEVE IT OR ELSE! Bp Silas CWitherspoon MEAT O* THE COCONUT Symbol of victory, this poster by C. C. Beal, magazine illus t rator, exemplifies the mammoth revue, "Fun to be Free," presented a t New York's Ma dison Square Gar- Bankhead, plus a cast of 100, presented the show; one of those that the congressional committee of pro-Nazis wanted to blanket for its pro-Americanism by their Washington investigation. Then the. America Firsts (for the Axis) came back with "Lippy" Lindbergh, "Parrot" Nye and "Kraut" Wheeler to demonstrate their neutrality. No one more than the movie world knows better what their slavery would be if Herr Hitler; ever got the cinemas under his thumb. Madison Square's A m e rica First (for the Eshow, presenting Herrs Lindbergh, id Wheeler, was just typical; some, ike it is to be on display at Indianapolis, this week end; Frank Murray, Frank J. Murray ("J" as in "Jangle"), high on the programme. But back to New York, they're still insisting, that by some hook or crook, there will be no congressional elections next year. They give no specifications as to how the calamity will be brought about except to infer that the president exercising his prerogaives as commander-in-chief of the army and navy is a logical prelude for the elimination of congress. It so happens that the national legislature is ordered by the constitutions to meet at noon on the third day of each January, unless it selects another day. The president has no more to do with it than the mayor of Oshkosh. The legislatures of the various STILL BELLYACHING OVER NO-ELECTIONS we Fumbled the Peace and the War Resumed ARMISTICE DAY is again at hand; next Tuesday. It shouldn't be celebrated at all. It should be mourned. It is in memoriam of an unfinished fight that has returned to haunt us. However, the armistice was better than the peace, and the peace better than the repudiation, on our part, that crippled its enforcement and rendered the present comeback, in revenge, and world-wide totalitarianism, more convenient to the enemy. The dove disdains the fraud. We all remember that day; Nov. 11th, twenty - three years ago, when the armistice, premature as it was, though victorious in unconditional surrender—leaving the had fought; a “war to end wars,” and “make the world safe for democracy,” yes, by the eternals, just that. It is the abandonment of that idea, by American politicians who sold America and her allies down the river by the separate peace of Berlin (1921), that has rendered that undertaking nugatory, poisoned cynics to sneers; necessitating a recurrence of our determination or . else surrender to the ignominies against which we fought. Woodrow Wilson’s one big mistake was, and this quite the only one, that he mollycoddled the Germans; assumed that the German people were not back of their war-lords, the Hohenzollern dynasty; v told them that we were not fighting them, but the monarchy; . opened up to I* them opportunity to engage in the sub t e r fuge that by turn- ing democratic ic, in pretense, jk they could enllf joy equal re- K suscitation and peace details to a committee of  nations,—was announced. Whis- ijflJSfy ties blew, trumpets blared, and  the bands played, while humanity  ran hither and yon, eating, drinking,  whooping, and making merry. We thought we had done something and would have, but for the perfidy of the American congress. We were also gleed that the Victory Loan, already in the hopper as another Liberty drive, would end the bond sales. Some of us thought more of our pocketbooks al ready than of the greater issues for which s The Trace of the Swallow ALPHONSO BERTILLION, French anthropologist, biologist, phrenologist, criminologist, as chief of the Paris police force, directed his patrolmen and detectives emphatically, that "Not even a swallow can fly through a cloud without leaving a trace." Working to that end Bertillion discovered the system of fingerprint measurements now used throughout the world in criminal identification. Sometime past it has been claimed by, or for, Germany, by her American defeatist propagandists, that the Nazis employing ballistic galvanometrics, whatever that is, have a contraption on all their warships and submarines that automatically responds to concussion or disturbance when hit by an attacker, and instantly sends a torpedo tracer, following the source of the bomb, or whatnot, and exploding exactly where the darn thing started. Maybe that is what happened to the Kearny and the Reuben James, finally said to have been dropping depth-bombs at German submarines, just before being peppered; the former crippled, and the latter sent to its grave. Chimerical as it sounds; well, this is a war of wits—and where are our American "smart boys" who ought to at least know whether such a concoction is possible, or if it is, some way to counteract it. Undoubted nonsense in the cases of Reuben James and the Kearny; much so as in that of the Greer. The Greer was missed and what hit the others took time enough to have come around the world a score of times before reaching the target; some tracing of the swallow, to follow, through clouds, and fogs, hurricanes and snows. However, they did shoot back, sometime, and they made their game. It turas out too that the Kearny was not so "surprised" as at first announced. Both our boats were in the fray that worsted them and they knew it. That is better than being asleep, and "sur- (On Page Three) (On Page Two) (On Page Three) 5 c Shall We Break Faith With Those Who Died In Flanders' Field?