Miss Morris.

Such advertisements, we learn from the _International Review_ of July,
1915, appear daily in Vienna.

From _Die Hilfe_, June 22, 1915: "in a weekly concert in Noyon the
collaborators were Prof. Riviere, Sergeant Bonhoff, and Director Guenzel.
The performance of the Frenchman from an organ composition of his own
was most effective." There are, of course, also exhibitions of
narrow-mindedness. In Halle the police forbade a performance because one
of those who took part was an "enemy alien." (_Vorwaerts_, June 1, 1915.)
On the other hand, when some Italian musicians complained of unjust
dismissal, the court awarded them damages of 700 marks. The
_Volksstimme_, of Frankfurt a.M., June 8, 1915, writing of Italy,
deprecates any hatred of Italians. As soon as the responsible
authorities had decided on war, obedience was the duty of each Italian
citizen, just as of each German.[69] This outspoken deference to
"responsible authority" is characteristically German, but the doctrine
is here applied with great fairness. Some of our militarists apply it
less fairly. And, alas, when the Italian _Avanti_ published an article
"Against the Blunders of International Hate," the wisdom of the Censor
caused it to be largely blanked out. The Censors seem to have strict
orders to keep us hating each other.[70]

BROTHERHOOD AGAIN.

And yet--"We picked up scrappily the hint, however, that 'some of the
Germans were all right.'" This from an article in the _Times_ on a
homecomer from the front. With unconscious self-revelation the writer
adds: "That somehow sounds depressing. One has heard the opposite." Just
so, it is disconcerting and depressing to have it suggested that the
enemy is a man very much like ourselves; it injures our feeling of
superiority. We "confess" any favourable impression of him as if it were
a fault of our own. A correspondent of the _Petit Parisien_ tells of the
capture of a German officer of Hussars, near Arras. "I confess," he
says, "that the impression he produced was rather favourable than
otherwise." (_Daily Telegraph_, June 11, 1915.)

With others the confession is less reluctant.

There's one spot in Ploegsteert Wood that German shells ought
never to reach. It's a grave with a carefully made wooden cross
on it, and the lettering says:

"Here lie two gallant German officers."

"That's rather unexpected," said a civilian who was with us.

"But they were brave," sai