William the Second, German Emperor and King of Prussia, Burgrave of
Nuernberg, Margrave of Brandenburg, Landgrave of Hessen and Thuringia,
Prince of Orange, Knight of the Garter and Field-Marshal of Great
Britain, etc., was born in Berlin on January 27, 1859, and ascended
the throne on June 15, 1888. He is, therefore, fifty-four years old
in the present year of his Jubilee, 1913, and his reign–happily yet
unfinished–has extended over a quarter of a century.
The Englishman who would understand the Emperor and his time must
imagine a country with a monarchy, a government, and a people–in
short, a political system–almost entirely different from his own. In
Germany, paradoxical though it may sound to English ears, there
is neither a government nor a people. The word “government” occurs
only once in the Imperial Constitution, the Magna Charta of modern
Germans, which in 1870 settled the relations between the Emperor and
what the Englishman calls the “people,” and then only in an
unimportant context joined to the word “federal.”
In Germany, instead of “the people” the Englishman speaks

Sku: williamgermany

In many quarters of the world, especially in certain sections of the
British public, people believed that the German nation was led blindly
into the World War by an unscrupulous military clique. Now, however,
there is ample evidence to prove that the entire nation was thoroughly
well informed of the course which events were taking, and also warned as
to the catastrophe to which the national course was certainly leading.

Sku: whatgermany

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse’
Proving his beauty by succession thine.
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak’st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

Sku: worksshakespeare

The old maxim, that “Knowledge is power,” is a true one, but there
is still a greater truth: “KNOWLEDGE IS SAFETY.” Safety amid physical
ills that beset mankind, and safety amid the moral pitfalls that
surround so many young people, is the great crying demand of the age.
2. CRITICISM.–This work, though plain and to some extent startling,
is chaste, practical and to the point, and will be a boon and a
blessing to thousands who consult its pages. The world is full of
ignorance, and the ignorant will always criticise, because they live
to suffer ills, for they know no better. New light is fast falling
upon the dark corners, and the eyes of many are being opened.
3. RESEARCHES OF SCIENCE.–The researches of science in the past few
years have thrown light on many facts relating to the physiology
of man and woman, and the diseases to which they are subject, and
consequently many reformations have taken place in the treatment and
prevention of diseases peculiar to the sexes.
4. LOCK AND KEY.–Any information bearing upon the diseases of mankind
should not be kept under lock and key. The physician is frequently
called upon to speak in plain language to his patients upon some
private and startling disease contracted on account of ignorance. The
better plan, however, is to so educate and enlighten old and young
upon the important subjects of health, so that the necessity to call a
physician may occur less frequently.
5. PROGRESSION.–A large, respectable, though diminishing class in
every community, maintain that nothing that relates exclusively to
either sex should become the subject of popular medical instruction.
But such an opinion is radically wrong; ignorance is no more the
mother of purity than it is of religion. Enlightenment can never work
injustice to him who investigates.

Sku: searchlightsonhealth

This the patriarchal gentleman in the Hotel Metropole whispered to
me about a month after the Germans had captured Brussels. They
had taken away his responsibilities as President of the Belgian
Red Cross, so that now he had naught to do but to sit upon the
lobby divan, of which he covered much, being of extensive girth.
But no more extensive than his heart, from which radiated a genial
glow of benevolence to all–all except the invaders, the sight or
mention of whom put harshness in his face and anger in his voice.
“Scabbard-rattler!” he mumbled derisively, as an officer
approached. “Clicks his spurs to get attention! Wants you to look
at him. Don’t you do it. I never do.” He closed his eyes tightly, as if
in sleep.
Oftentimes he did not need to feign his slumber. But sinking slowly
down into unconsciousness his native gentleness would return
and a smile would rest upon his lips; I doubt not that in his dreams
the Green-Gray troops of Despotism were ridden down by the Blue
and Red Republicans of France.

Sku: clawsgerman

The Haupttelegraphenamt (the Chief Telegraph Office) in Berlin is the
centre of the entire telegraph system of Germany. It is a large, brick
building in the Franzoesischestrasse guarded, day and night, by
soldiers. The sidewalks outside the building are barricaded. Without
a pass no one can enter. Foreign correspondents in Berlin, when they
had telegrams to send to their newspapers, frequently took them from
the Foreign Office to the Chief Telegraph Office personally in order to
speed them on their way to the outside world. The censored despatches
were sealed in a Foreign Office envelope. With this credential
correspondents were permitted to enter the building and the room where
all telegrams are passed by the military authorities.

CONTENTS

I.   MOBILIZATION OF PUBLIC OPINION
II.  ”PIRATES SINK ANOTHER NEUTRAL SHIP”
III.  THE GULF BETWEEN KIEL AND BERLIN
IV. THE HATE CAMPAIGN AGAINST AMERICA
V.  THE DOWNFALL OF VON TIRPITZ AND VON FALKENHAYN
VI. THE PERIOD OF NEW ORIENTATION
VII. THE BUBBLING ECONOMIC VOLCANO
VIII.THE PEACE DRIVE OF DECEMBER 12TH
IX.  THE BERNHARDI OF THE SEAS
X.   THE OUTLAWED NATION
XI.  THE UNITED STATES AT WAR
XII. PRESIDENT WILSON

Sku: nextrepublic

Very little is known concerning the life of Tacitus, the historian, except
that which he tells us in his own writings and those incidents which are
related of him by his contemporary, Pliny.
His full name was Caius Cornelius Tacitus. The date of his birth can only
be arrived at by conjecture, and then only approximately. The younger
Pliny speaks of him as _prope modum aequales_, about the same age. Pliny
was born in 61. Tacitus, however, occupied the office of quaestor under
Vespasian in 78 A.D., at which time he must, therefore, have been at least
twenty-five years of age. This would fix the date of his birth not later
than 53 A.D. It is probable, therefore, that Tacitus was Pliny’s senior by
several years.
His parentage is also a matter of pure conjecture. The name Cornelius was
a common one among the Romans, so that from it we can draw no inference.
The fact that at an early age he occupied a prominent public office
indicates that he was born of good family, and it is not impossible that
his father was a certain Cornelius Tacitus, a Roman knight, who was
procurator in Belgic Gaul, and whom the elder Pliny speaks of in his
“Natural History.

Sku: agricolaOftacitus

“I tell you, Bart, I don’t like the looks of things,” remarked
Frank Sheldon to his chum, Bart Raymond, as the two stood on a
corner in the German city of Coblenz on the Rhine.
“What’s on your mind?” inquired Bart, as he drew the collar of his
raincoat more snugly around his neck and turned his back to the
sleet-laden wind that was fairly blowing a gale. “I don’t see
anything to get stirred up about except this abominable weather.
It’s all I can do to keep my feet.”
“It is a pretty tough night to be out on patrol duty,” agreed
Frank. “But it wasn’t that I was thinking about. It’s the way
these Huns have been acting lately.”
“Are you thinking of that sergeant of ours that was found stabbed
to death the other night?” asked Bart, with quickened interest.

Sku: germansoil