The Ivory Trail by Talbot Mundy
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"The Germans--'specially their navy men--drink to what they call Der
Tag y'know--the day when they shall dare try to tackle England. We all know that. They're planning war, twenty years from now perhaps, that shall give them all our colonies as well as India and Egypt. They're so keen on it they can't keep from bragging. Great Britain, on the other hand, hasn't the slightest intention of fighting if war can be avoided; so why do anything meanwhile to increase the tension? Why send broadcast a story that would only arouse international hatred? That's their method. Ours--I mean our government's--is to give hatred a chance to die down. If our papers got hold of the Bundesrath story they'd make a deuce of a noise, of course." "If your government's so sure Germany is planning war," objected Yerkes, "why on earth not force war, and feed them full of it before they're ready" "Counsel of perfection," laughed Monty. "Government's responsible to the Common--Commons to the people--people want peace and plenty. No. Your guess was good. We are in here while the government at home squares the newspaper men." "You don't mean to tell me your British government controls the press?" "Hardly. Seeing 'em--putting it up to 'em straight--asking 'em politely. They're public-spirited, y'know. Hitting 'em with a club would be another thing. It's an easy-going nation, but kings have been sorry they tried force. Did you never hear of a king who used force against American colonies?" "Good God! So they keep you--an earl--a privy councilor--a retired |
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