FOREIGN NEWS

Hitler Into Chancellor

Except for beer, which few Germans consider alcoholic, Adolf Hitler touches no alcoholic tipple. Neither does he smoke. Hot water he calls "effeminate." Last week, on the biggest morning of his life, this pudgy, stoop-shouldered, toothbrush-mustached but magnetic little man bounded out of bed after four hours sleep, soaped his soft flesh with cold water, shaved with cold water, put on his always neat but never smart clothes and braced himself for the third of his encounters with Paul von Beneckendorf und von Hindenburg, Der Reichspraesident.

When Hitler turned up at the President's Palace, he found Old Paul all smiles and spruce Colonel Franz von Papen ready to pop the question: "Will you, Herr Reichspraesident, entrust Herr Hitler with a mandate to form a Cabinet?"

"Yes, Yes," said President von Hindenburg, "Yes indeed."

Outside the Palace, thousands of Hitlerites roared guttural victory cheers.

"Heil Hitler! Deutschland erwache! Juda verrecke!" they bellowed as he emerged waving his black felt hat. "Hail Hitler! Germany awake! Perish Juda!"

Starting from scratch, but with confidence in his own spellbindery, Adolf Hitler slowly worked up the fantastic party he calls National Socialist, Nazi Fascist. Its program consists of stentorian appeals to every form of German prejudice. Essentially Nationalists and patrioteers, the Nazis insert "Socialist" into their party's name simply as a lure to discontented workers. In so far as it has a doctrine, National Socialism promises the bulk of the German people whatever they want. This file is automatically generated by a robot program, so viewer discretion is required.