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w)2JiLeading New England Oil Specialists148 STATE ST., BOSTON, MASS.Telephone’s—Hichmond 385-386Have you had your copy of INTERNATIONAL OIL INVESTOR? If not, write in today and we will have publishers placeyou on mailing list WITHOUT CHARGE.DrMuck Tells HisPlans to Post Man*-Continued From First Pagerod of iron both his musicians and the musical temperaments of his orchestra’s aristocratic patrons and patronesses.Perhaps it was the nondescript dress he wore. Perhaps it was the keen-eyed, square-jawed doughboy who sat nearby with a shotgun loaded with buckshot. Or perhaps it was the lieutenant whose regulations required him to sit within hearing as Dr. Muck talked with the Post man, incidentally the first civilian, with the exception of his wife, whom the former orchestra leader has talked with since he entered the barbed wirethis prison nearly 15 or perhaps, as he says Muck has changed. ,cased only in tan socks and black overshoes, he plodded through a pelting rain to the room assigned by Colonel Penrose for the interview. Muck was not expecting visitors, and the hand that the Post man extended went unheeded.The former Symphony leader appeared dazed, and was a bit defiant, until the Post man introduced himself. At parting he shook hands warmly, and the apparent slight at first, the lieutenant in attendance said, was, perhaps, due to the fact that Muck doesn’t like Department of Justice inquisitors.e*nclosuros of months since; himself, KarlHad Left Germany for GoodScant Hopes for FutureHe is today, as he admits, practically a man without a country. He is going back, sent ba * by the government whose betrayal the secret service says he attempted, to the land that gave him birth. At the same time Dr. Muck asserts he has scant, if any, hopes for the future there. The peace terms, he says, have annihilated Germany, have practically eliminated her people as a nation from the earth.Dr. Muck told the Post man that hisimprisonment has shattered his nerves and health. “Rheumatism, and my heart is bothering me, badly.” he said. Colonel C. W. Penrose, the genial old military man who commands the prison, smiled and remarked, laconically, “Well, they all have something the matterwith theml* V‘ * * » ’Life a Dreamy MonotonyKarl Muck’s internment has been no picnic. Its been a monotonous do-nothing, see-nothing, hear-nothing life, restricted within a mile and a quarter of barbed wire fence, about which pace sentries with shotguns and above which loom towers where sit guards with machine guns and searchlights. Two Germans defied its confines. They buried them, riddled with buckshot.Twelve miles out of Chattanooga, on a plain just outside the shadow of Lookout Mountain, this prison is near, nothing. It looks like a small edition of a barren part of Camp Devens. Rows“Where am I going?” he repeated after the Post man. “Where can I go. what can I do? Back in 1012, when I came back to Boston the last time, I cut off all relations in Germany, gave up everything, and came to America as 1 thought for good. And now, I don’t know what I am going back to. Nobody hero knows the conditions there, they may change over night. I have no home there, no connections there, nothing there, nor here now.“There is unrest, even in Germany.” This last with the slight hiss of intaking breath that is characteristic of Muck as he talks. He speaks slowly,hesitatingly, nervously, cigarette after another, haS emptied a box of brand that he had with the Post man’s during the rest of the interview. Muck is tanned almost the brown of an Indian. His mixed black and iron gray hair has thinned out, but he still combs it straight back from his forehead. But to go on with his talk.smoking one and after he an expensive him he smokedArtistic Zenith$in Boston“Yes, even in Germany no one knows that which is to come,” he said. “There is unrest in all of old Europe, and one of the first things to suffer in any war or any unrest is art and science. 1 have no home there, but I wouldn’t come back here again. My orchestra is gone. My experiences here have made me not want to come back again.“For Boston, yes, I have the best of feelings. The years that I spent with the Boston orhcestra gave me the greatest artistic pleasure 1 ever had in my life, in the heart as well as in perform-of barracks as at Ayer. Nothing to?ance. Even in the most harrowingbreak the monotony to the eye of the row' after row of barracks except two lofty chimneys of the heating plant and the towering sentry boxes. Around all the barbed wire and a double guard at each gate with padlock and key.Life a Dreary MonotonyIt’s r\ot the life of Reilly, and storiesto the contrary are false. But neither Colonel Penrose nor any or his men have prevented its being not for prisoners of Karl Muck's type. Colonel Penrose explained this to the Post man today, as the old army man twirled the corners of his drooping mustache and chew'ed at a cigar.“The worst punishment that we have meted out to any enemy alien has been confinement on bread and water,” said Colonel Penrose. “We can’t put them to work on rock piles nor roads nor on anything except things having to do with their own upkeep. You see they are not prisoners of war, and the treaties prevent certain things, and having them work at their own upkeep, such as loading food, sweeping their quarters, policing the grounds and things like that, are all the treaties allow.”And the Post man could not just but think of “scraps of paper” inmany.times the people of Boston were very nice to me. I never saw any animosity even in the most harrowing times. That last season, I mean.Letters From Friends“Yes, I have heard from Mr. Ellis, fromfrom my friends, Major Higginson, The letters, oh,” quick hissing inpunctuated everyhelpGer-from Mrs. Gardner, and again came that take of breath that interjection of the Post reporter as Dr. Muck haltingly talked. “Oh, just letters to cheer up, to wait and things would all come out right, w*ould smooth themselves out, just letters as one friend to another.“But this place, this heat, this Inactivity, my health. I was always the strongest of men. And now my heart is very, very bad. I have had to do away with all exercise, strenuous exercise, 1 mean. We had what you would call-er-gymnasties, I guess, but I had to stop them. My heart will not allow me. Then it is damp here, and I got rheumatism. And the heat, it is terrible. The first summer was bad enough, and I burned almost as black as a negro, but this second summer we all agree is the worst. We wait and we wait, for what?Muck a Model Prisoner“A”German, French, Russian Art GoneKarl Muck has been a class prisoner. He has no marks for infractions of rules against him. Like officers in the American army, Muck and his class have been allowed their own mess. They paid for it, and the government has purchased for them whatever sort of food they wanted. They have htred their own cooks and their own waiters from among their fellow prisoners, and they haven’t had any work to do. Football, baseball, ternis, all kinds of sports have been allowed them, and the Y. M. C. A. has furnished a moving picture show for them twice a week.Not a patron of the Symphony, unless it were those who were his most intimate friends, would have recognized their former favorite as he came from his barracks to talk with the Post reporter.A Forlorn FigureA figure hidden, almost beneath thefolds of a raincoat, his face obscured by a drooping black sou’wester, Muck came shuffling along, a bit stoop-shouldered with a guard with a shotgun at his heels. A white duck shirt, without collar nor tie, white duck pants, that sadly needed an iron, and with feet en-“America has never felt any of the horrors of war. My going, the going of other Germans of art and musicianry and science will make no difference to the future of America in any of those lines. This country has not been really tortured by the horrors of war as has the art and science of Germany, of France, and look at Russia, everything gone.”And all during his interview not once did Dr. Muck mention responsibility Mr the war nor its causes. A direct question by the reporter brought the only flash of fire to his eyes during the talk.“Do you think that the Kaiser, that Germany might have done differently?” asked the reporter.The hiss of the quick intake of breath, a flash of the eye, a quick twitch of his hands and then a gesture, the same gesture of a half shrug of th3 shoulders and a half wave of the hands that is characteristic of Muck, and he replied: ’Perhaps.” And notonce again would he talk of that question.The Post man asked: “Just what,Dr. Muck, are your feelings towardsBoston, toward America?”cap:ro i arilt;! caslea’ dot | theI u\ilrlin: dig! anc ! whl for! theras boc d attoICHARMING RED CHAPEAU WORN BY MRS. PICKFORD.With her travelling suit of taupe poplin she sets off her dark coloring to advantage with a close little cherry encircled hat of bright cherry red.Balldrv•*con*Those who have admired the charmingclothes worn by Mary Plckford in herpictures will be Interested to know thather mother selected them. With the same excellent taste, with a like daintiness and simplicity does Mrs. Pickford gown herself.Upon her arrival in Boston and during the urgent business hours of her two days* stay here she wore a quiet, Norfolk-belted suit of taupe poplin with a straight, pleated vest of white net. Against the cool winds of Monday she protected herself with a magnificent pointed fox scarf. About her neck were Mary’s Christmas-gitf pearls.But it was her hat that was her crowning glory. Of brightest cherry red, it was a glowing foil for her dark eyes and hair. It was a small hat, worn when she motored, with a plain meshedIveil to keep her hair in place. It featured for its trimming cherries exclusively. They were of practically every size and shade of red in which cherries ever grew. Six clusters of three or four great, juicy-looking ones, interspersed with several bunches of black ones and, for a softening touch, dozens of tiny, greenish-gray ones, sprinkled plentifully all over the crown circle. The hat itself was of coarse chip straw.It had a certain something in common with the famous toque that Mrs. Wilson wore to Boston. It was Paris chicness. But there still lingers the memorable question about Mrs. Wilson’s hat. No one ever decided whether the brownish, reddish purple was henna, or wine, or champagne color, or what. There was no doubt about the New York hat of Mrs. Pickford. It was red, red, ISBBsr* ^ • *♦ l# • - ** *hilt;* cigarette, then the reply:“I feel sad, that is all, and I think that it is very natural that I don’t feci glad. If you have spent four years In doing the best tfiat you can for art and really devoted every minute of your life to that tne thing and never mixed in politics nor anything else the hardest part of ah is to be suddenlyturn to power, Dr. Muck said he believes. W\To,” he said, “he will never return to rulership. Why? Well, he will not.” And that was the only reason he gave. Asked if he believed the vaunted military spirit of Germany was a thing of the past or was only crushed temporarily, Dr. Muck said:“For the moment, anyway, they aremaactherothintiSalt heingthemilqurambocabcingTFeenig thli I saro the ma to ;taken out and expounded, to be sent | sioK of it. Will it cyme back? I don’tto absolute loafing or how shall I sayit? To have no occupation at all, to have nothing to do out this it gets on one.s nerves, I tell you. I have always worked hard and now I have nothingto do.Army to Determine Attitude“And whathero? Therecould I do if I did stayare no conditions for usworking here now, none for any of us. And even at home nobody knows whatthe conditions are. But here in America there is no place for a German. It may take generations for it to change,yes, and 1 can’t wen think when.“I never had hny idea that such a discrimination could take place. And when such treatment is possible I have no idea of how long it will last. Yes, even your young Americans have been taught that a German is something to be despised, to be shunned, to be, well I don’t know' how to say it. The ideas formed in the Prussian mind as a child are the strongest, and I suppose it is the same with the American child. And there your Americans in the army of occupation are going to determine much of the attitude of the coming generation of Germans towards America.kmyw. If you have not had anything to cat for four years or five years you lose the spirit of everything. It all depends on circumstances. Germany must live on but at present they have the spirit of nothing; how can they have.Never Return to BostonFirst Know Americans in Army“This generation had no idea of America nor Americans, haven’t even now. But your American children, they have been taught to despise the German and no 10, no 20, perhaps 0 .years can stamp that entirely out of their minds.“The Germans, I say, had no idea of Americans. They had no idea of fighting Americans. An American was to them a man in a land 3000 miles away; the Germans knew' of the geography of the land, but of its people, what kind they were, nothing, and the first that Germany knew of the real Americans is your army of occupation., And from what I read their Impressions are one that is going to breed the best terms“The treaty, as I have read extractsof it, practically annihilates Germany,sends her peoples off from the face ofthe earth as a nation, and, bah, these Hies,” and the deposed Symphony leader made a swipe at some score and more that were crawling all over his face and arms. This section of Georgia is strong on flies.“My friends in Boston?” he parried. And then almost proudly he said: “All my social relations were with the Back Bay. I leave them sadly and I believe that they still believe in me. But 1 would never go back to Boston. I couldnot. My feeling is the sameof ever returning to America, been too unpleasant.”Even in this prison Dr. Muck has had opportunity to lead an orchestra i?f symphonies. The Tsingtau Orchestra, a German organization that wras in China when the Japanese captured the place, were released, as they were all medical men, and then came to the United States, being here when w'ar w'as declared, and they -were interned. Dr. Muck conducted many of their weekly concerts. “It helped the spirit of themen,” he said, “but compared with my Boston orchestra, no,” and the “no” w'as an emphatic one.INIingforeonButYorgotincitha bee dry is i t He li a s rnoi frorWOlniceenoingTVhieeve:peamatitedis ris awfitlTheintoalthcanas that It hasWar Is Over, Let It BeiDr. Muck refused point blank to discuss the wfar or its outcome. “It is over, let it be,” he almost flared.His knowledge of hostilities and of the peace conference, since his internment, has of necessity been what he has learned from newspapers or from his wife. And even the papers that he and his fellow' prisoners have received have been rigidly censored. They have beenT1goircitilt;is ^up.rurrcl iff lt;Coli posi II dlt; higl enn urd;be lt;frornewsayicon*“*3heirprolandvesthraidoclSunhadchaand all that has gone show's that men j sent direct from the offices of the pub-should be on the best of terms. But in this time we cannot change. There is no place for the German here today.Try to Forget Americalishers as none but those were allowed even after they had been scanned by the officials. Mrs. Muck has visited him much. Even as late as yesterday she started on her way hack to Boston after50a visit. But all her talks with him have “At home, what? The attitude of | been with an officer present, those who leave here! tomorrow forFeelings Toward Boston SadA W'ait of a hall minute as he puffedSUNW **‘/rs Different!”URST SILVERGermany is this, I believe, and, yes, I have talked with them. They are going back first of all to forget America.” There was no bitterness in his voice as Dr. Muck said this, nor for that matter all during his interview. He talked hesitatingly, almost, it seemed, unwillingly, and even when he mentioned his own case the tone of his voice was sad rather than bitter.“They are going back w’ith the idea of 'how shall we find Germany,’ rather, I believe, than ‘how shall we ever forget this terrible America.* Most of these men have families there; for me I have only a brother in Bavaria. I don’t believe that any come back to America though.Mrs. Muck Goes Mack Alsoof them would if they could,• 9Appointed by KaiserGEORGETOWN, CLEAR CREEK, COLORADOSecond day’s trading on Boston Curb Exchange yesterday showedPLENTY OF ACTIONVand shares advanced from 52c (Monday’s close) to 61-63c, closing strong at 62c, with plenty of stock reported marked just under themarket.LATEST HIGH-GRADE SHIPPING RESULTS ATTRACTING ATTENTION AND BROADENING INTEREST IN SUNBURSTWe expect a continuation of Tuesday’s strong market and suggest buying orders being in hand early, reading “at the. market.”Sunburst Silver is “Different”E. T. LARKIN CO.10 POSTOFFICE SQUARE, BOSTON, MASS.TELEPHONES FORT HILL 8150-3151The Kaiser himself, it wTas, who personally appointed Dr. Muck as principal conductor of the Royal Opera In Berlin, and it w'as Wilhelm wrho gave personal permission on June 2, 1906, for Dr. Muck to visit America. Dr. Muck was very close to the German court and of the deposed monarch. The Post man questioned.“Do you believe that the Kaiser wbuld have been overthrown if the w'ar had not taken place?” Dr. Muck was asked.A bit of hesitation, and he replied:“Perhaps not so soon. There were bad laws in Germany, especially in Prussia, bad lawrs regarding elections and such, laws there were not democratic, that didn’t in the least represent democracy. The Kaiser had worked years and years to have these laws reformed. But with the junkers, it was impossible.”The Kaiser will never attempt to re-“It has been doubly hard for her,” said Dr. Muck. “But in an enemy country in war time it is best to be as inconspicuous as possible, and that is what Mrs. Muck has tried to do. She will go back to Germany w'ith me, and what we shall do there we shall do together. She has no more idea than I. I have heard nothing of any animosity towards any of us in our home country.Perhaps there is, but why should therebe?”And then as the time limit for the interview expired the Post man asked: “Dr. Muck, why was it that you never became an American citizen?”The musician arose and looking out of the window replied:Intended to Be Citizen“I intended to. You see, I came backto the United States in 1912 and in1914 I decided to settle down in Boston, and in March of that year I bought a house at 50 Fenway, intending to take out my citizenship papers. Then carno the w'ar and, well, I intended to become a citizen and stay here.”“Come on, Muck,” sang out the doughboy guard, as he slung his rifle into place. “Well, good-by,” said the prisoner, as ho shook the reporter’s hand.And as No. 1337, for that’s Muck’s title here, went out into the wet and back towards the quarters where he has to sw'eep the floor and make thecot bed and wash the windows himself, the lieutenant who had sat listening winked solemnly at the Post man anddLid ♦“Well, maybe he did.”“Jmercler'Wharein a of 1hassineT 69tivitpoliithe«inexh;arehavlt;stuflThforwithshottendthe curr hear that T he the that on t to pA 1in threcei at th withi its c othei suite openclosewhis:ing,whileplentThiw'hocapitthey f th
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