Germany

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXV, Issue 25, 30 January 1915, Page 5

Germany

DORTMUND BOMBED. AEROPLANES PROCEED TO KRUPPS. United Peebs Association. (Received 9.30 a.m.) Copenhagen, January 29.

Newspapers in Berlin are circulating a report that aeroplanes bombed Dortmund, causing considerable damage. They state that the 21-inch walls were cracked; that the inhabitants were in a state of panic; that the Germania monument was smashed; and that the aeroplanes proceeded to Essen. (Dortmund is a busy commercial town in Westphalia, Germany, in colliery district, near Dusseldorf.) THE KAISER'S BIRTHDAY. Times and Sydney Sun Sebvioeb. (Received 8.0 a.m.) London, January 29. The Kaiser granted an amnesty to army offenders to enable them to celebrate his birthday. - ' BERLIN NEWSPAPERS PREDICT VICTORY FOR KAISER.

Time* and Sydney Sun Sibtiom. (Received 8.0 a.m.) London, January 29. Newspapers in Berlin, including the ' organs of Socialists, publish warm eulogies, and predict that the Kaiser will emerge victorious. HATRED OF ENGLAND. NEW CERMAN CREETINC. "COD PUNISH ENGLAND." A CHANT OF HATE. United Pbess Association. Berlin, January 29.

A new formula of greeting is spreading over Germany as follows: "God punish England?,' is, mQt with the : re-j sponce, "God punish her." Lissaeur's "Hymn of Hate" is taught in the schools, and thousands of children have recited it at theatres and lectures. Here is the full text of the "Hymn of Hatred" : French and Russian they matter not, A blow for a blow and a shot for a shot; We love.them not, we hate them not, We hold the Weichsel and Vosges.gate, We have but one and only hate, We love as one, we'hate as one, We have one foe and one alone. He is known to you all, he is known to you all. He crouches behind the dark gray flood. Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall. Gut off by waves that are thicker than blood. Come let us stand at the Judgment place, An oath, to swear to, face to face, An oath of bronze no wind can shake, An oath for our sons and their sons to take. Come, hear the word, repeat the word, Throughout the Fatherland make it ( heard. We will never forgo our hate, We have all but a single hate, We love as one, we hate as one. ' We have one foe, and one alone-r-ENGLAND! In the Captain's Mess, in the baiiquethall. Sat feasting the officers, one and all. Like a sable-blow, like the swing of

a sail, One seized his glass held high to hail: Sharp-snapped like the stroke of a rudder's play. Spoke three words only: '"To the Day!" Whose glass this fate? They had all but a single hate. Who was thus known? They had one foe and one alone— ENGLAND! Take you the folk of the Earth in pay, With bars of gold your ramparts lay, Bedeck the oceans with bow on bow, Ye reckon well, but not well enough • now. French and Russian they matter not, | A blow for a blow, a shot for a shot, .We fight the battle with bronze and I steel. And the time that is coming Peace j will seal. • You will we hate with a lasting hate, * We will never forgo our hate. Hate by water and hate by land, Hate of the head and hate of the hand. Hate of the hammer and hate of tho crown. Hate of seventy millions, choking down. We love as one, wo bate as one, Wo have one foo and one nlon*— ENGLAND!