"The Wicked Flee"

The only republic in Africa, little Liberia, was last month busting with pride.

Like other republics great & small, Liberia had had a Nazi Fifth Column; unlike most others, Liberia had got rid of it, apparently for good and all, in a torrid two-act drama.

First act: Warned of a Nazi plot to assassinate him and take over the Government, Liberia's longtime President, short, scholarly-looking Edwin James Barclay, called the N.C.O.s of the 1,000-man Liberian Frontier Force into secret conclave. Next day, as Nazi leaflets fluttered in the streets, the N.C.O.s rounded up eleven men, including the ringleader, a fat, German-trained mathematician, Professor Massaquoi of Liberia College. Trumpeted President Barclay: "Am I a chicken? They were to move on me in the night, but I moved on them in the day."

Second act: Alarmed by a rumor that the U.S.S. Omaha was coming to Liberia, 15 German citizens packed up and left by fishing boat for the French Ivory Coast. According to Monrovian rumor, they did not stop running until they got to Hamburg. Crowed President Barclay Biblically: "The wicked flee when no man pursueth."

This file is automatically generated by a robot program, so reader's discretion is required.