"We "would like to trust the Czechs," a spokesman of Herr Hen-loin told me, "but we must judge results, and after twelve mont talk no progress whatever has been Here are some facts: In e are 1,544 Sudeten-Deutsch. and 33 Czechs—the last Sudeten-Deutsch ' official here was pensioned on March 1, 1933. His s a Czech. In Winterschau ere 15 per cent, of the inhabitants Sudeten-Deitsch, has been sor is a Czech, In portion of ar has been the appointment of four new Czech: I could go on like this for hours, but it will be better for vou to sec the Sudeten-Deutsch districts for yourself, drove tọ Terlitz-Sehonau 3 the Czechs. have renamed past ihe fortress of where Princip died. umptive who. assassmoted an Archduke and started the World War. Our chauffeur knew kis gaoler: Princip was apparently a gentle, earnest youth. At the next town, Lobsitz we were in Sudeten-Deutsch territory:—Soldiers and police were all Czechs. Everywhere the hand of the Narodne Jednota was evident. Even Christmas presents for Sudeten-Deutsch children from relatives in Germany are nct allowed into the region, for they would be Propaganda for the. wicked Nazis. Big new Czech schools are in evidence. but the Government has found no money for the schools of the Sudeten-Deutsch. They are four-fifths of the population, but their schools are smell and oid.
Deserrep Facromms Teplitz-Schonau, being a watering-place retains some of its fermer Prosperi riter ao AR). put ite neighbourhood is entirely ' desolate. The big Krantzberger Mever Purgert Porcelain factory stands as if it has recently met death by violence,—for dis wares lie untouched, some still unbaked, on the work wilderness of empty Workeis house Tt was snowing when I drove throws Probsthau and Rosenkrantz and Dux Factory after factory stands deserted. with broken windows, like the eye
are the corpses of industries th Sockets of a skull ahd indeed 1 have been murdered by racial h Women look starved: their children are blue with cold: unemployment Telief, when given, amounts to 1s 6d a week, Near Dux I saw cave-dwellers, who have dug themselves cubby-holes in the. smouldering coal-waste. One man (I guessed he was an old Soldier) had triumphed over difü- culties, and had adorned his hutch with cigarette cards and film stars from old magazines. Especially Garbo. He was practically naked, in spite of the surrounding snow. for the temperature of his room was that of a Turkish bath: he seemed very fit, and told me that he made enough by "boot-legging" coal to support life ju tue winter, and that in the summer he worked for peasants in the neighbourhood. Never, he said proudly, had he taken charity from a Czech. This man was exceptional. Others have not such strong knees, and take what relief they can get.
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