stop our hating in secret."

Beside the latest verboten and regulation of Belgian conduct on the
city walls were posted German official news bulletins. The Belgians
stopped to read; they paused to re-read. And these were the rare
occasions when they smiled, and they liked to have a German sentry
see that smile.

"Pour les enfants!" they whispered, as if talking to one another about
a crèche. Little ones, be good! Here is a new fairy tale!

When a German wanted to buy something he got frigid politeness
and attention--very frigid, telling politeness--from the clerk, which said:

"Beast! Invader! I do not ask you to buy, but as you ask, I sell; and as
I sell I hate! I hate! ! I hate! ! !"

An officer entering a shop and seeing a picture of King Albert on the
wall, said:

"The orders are to take that down!"

"But don't you love your Kaiser?" asked the woman who kept the
shop.

"Certainly!"

"And I love my King!" was the answer. "I like to look at his picture just
as much as you like to look at your Kaiser's."