sentiment was immeasurably less assertive, at any rate, than in the outspokenly pro-Ally East. Chicago, of course, has more Germans than Düsseldorf, and Cincinnati and Milwaukee, in spots, are as Teutonic as Hamburg or Bremen, so it was natural to find _Deutschland, Deutschland über Alles_ more than disputing supremacy with _Rule Britannia_. In Chicago pro-Germanism was rampant and articulate. An article written by me for the _Chicago Tribune_ in the first fortnight of September, in which I ventured to express my opinion as to where the responsibility for the war lay, how long it would last and who would win it, brought down on me as violent a torrent of abuse as if it had been published in the _Berliner Tageblatt_. For saying that, in my judgment, the German War Party had made the war; that it would go on till Germany was beaten to her knees, and that eventual exhaustion of the Germanic Powers and the longer resources of the Allies would win the war for the latter, I became forthwith the target of all the forty-two-centimeter guns in the Windy City. CHAPTER XV THE HELMSMEN "We don’t want to fight, But, by Jingo! if we do, We’ve got the men, We’ve got the ships, And we’ve got the money, too!" When during the dark hours of the Russo-Turkish War in 1877 a London music-hall comedian named McDermott popularized the chorus of a ditty which has rung down the ages, he not only enriched the English language with a new synonym for a war zealot--Jingo--but he epitomized British faith in British invincibility and the basis on which it is founded. McDermott’s blustering ballad, the _Tipperary_ of its day, interpreted, by a fate which seems strangely ironical in the light of current events, Britain’s determination to go to war to prevent the Bear from grabbing Constantinople.