When we
make experiments in lies and deception, intrigue and low cunning,
we suffer hopeless and brutal failure. Our lies are coarse and
improbable, our ambiguity is pitiful simplicity. The history
of the War proves this by a hundred examples. When our enemies
poured all these things upon us like a hailstorm, and we convinced
ourselves of the effectiveness of such tactics, we tried to
imitate them. But these tactics will not fit the German. We are
rough but moral, we are credulous but honest."--_Herr DERNBURG, in
"Deutsche Politik."_]
In Eden bowers, so fair to see,
There dwelt, when sin was yet to be,
A guileless Serpent up a tree,
Sniffing the virgin breezes;
Till EVE (the huzzy!), one fine day,
With evil purpose came his way,
And led that simple worm astray
By low and wicked wheezes.
A Wolf there was, quite sweet and good,
Till in his path Red Riding-Hood
Went camouflaging through the wood--
A brazen little terror;
Large teeth she had and bulgy eyes
And told the most amazing lies,
And taught him, in a flowery guise,
The downward route to error.
Of Fritz's nature, fresh as morn,
Pure as a babe that's just been born,
Clean as a poodle lately-shorn,
These are symbolic samples;
The Wolf unversed in specious vice,
The Serpent with a taste as nice
As anything in Paradise--
Debauched by bad examples.
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