SOLDATEN!
Vorsicht bei Gesprächen!
Spionengefahr!
This sign is hanging in every street car, train coupé, restaurant,
store and window with a war map in Germany, and it warns the soldiers
to be careful in their speaking, that dangerous spies travel about.
Germany is trying to prevent things that she does not wish known from
becoming known by locking them up even in the mouths of her soldiers,
and if she were as clever at concealing her tactics abroad as she is at
home, Zimmermann's famous letter to Mexico would never have been found.
Not only the soldiers on the streets must keep quiet, but the soldiers
in the field as well, and each soldier has written directions that in
case he is taken prisoner he shall give no information to the enemy. He
must not tell the number of his regiment, his age or what district he
is from, for all these things give the enemy important information. It
is especially important that the enemy shall not know what regiment is
opposing them.
All the foreigners in Germany are under police control, but none of
the enemy civilians are interned except the English. The Americans,
Russians, French, Belgians and Italians are free except that they must
report once a day to the police, and they cannot go from one city to
another without a permit. Most of the Americans get off with going to
the police only once a week. The Poles have to go twice a week. All
neutral foreigners must go to the police and register when they change
their address. The Germans must do this too in order to get a bread
card. The food cards have been great things for weeding out criminals
and spies, for no one can get a card unless he is registered at the
police, and many famous criminals who have been evading the police for
years have been caught since the war.
There are very few slums in Germany, but in Berlin they have a few
dens where crooks hold out, and bread cards can be bought for fifty
pfennigs to one mark. An American boy I knew in Berlin who spoke German
like a native, used to dress in old clothes and visit these places.
Sometimes he was taken for a foreigner but nearly always for a German.
He said that the men made signs from one table to the other when they
had anything to sell. He often bought cards for fifty pfennigs. One
crook that he got acquainted with was a German who went around begging,
saying that he was a Belgian refugee. He had some kind of a medal to
show people and his begging business netted him a nice little income.
The boy said that the slums were rather "slow," very little drinking
and a great deal of planning of things that they were afraid to carry
out, for a German crook hasn't much courage. One café that the boy
often visited was the "Café _Dalles_," which means "Café Down and Out."
It was situated right near the Kaiser's Berlin palace. One night in
the summer of 1916 it was raided just a few minutes before the boy got
to the place. Through this raid the police discovered that some one
was manufacturing bread cards by the thousands each week. They were an
almost perfect imitation of the real cards. Of course even the clever
Berlin police could not control all the crooked work that was going on
with the food cards, but they kept things pretty well under hand. One
scheme that was worked was, when a family changed their residence, to
register an extra one in the family. I used to wonder often that the
Germans had the nerve to do this, for they were terribly afraid of
being caught.
In Germany a foreigner uses his passport on every occasion, and one
must always carry it. You can't send a telegram out of Germany without
showing your pass, and then if you send it in any other language than
German, you must make a German translation of the message at the bottom
of the sheet.
No foreigner, not even a neutral, is allowed to go to the seaside
unless he has a doctor's certificate, and even then it is hard to get
a permit. No kodaks are allowed at the seaside, and one is not allowed
to sketch. Now they are very strict about any one taking pictures in or
around Berlin.
When you come into Germany, you are not allowed to bring either a kodak
or a Bible with you. One can easily see the reason for the kodak being
prohibited, but people are always surprised when their Bibles are taken
away from them. In all wars the Bible has been used as a place for
concealing secret messages and the garb of a priest, nun, or minister
has been a favorite disguise for spies.
A man I knew in Berlin came over by way of Holland. He had a Bible, a
prayer-book and a Chicago telephone book with him. He was astonished
when they took the Bible and the prayer-book away from him and allowed
him to keep the telephone book. It was winter when he came over, and
he had on a coat with turn-back cuffs. He lives in Chicago, and he had
acquired the habit of sticking street-car transfers in his cuffs. When
he was searched the searcher found a transfer in the cuff, and the
American was marched off to an officer. The German officer looked at
the transfer long and interestedly and then laughed, "Why, I know that
line, I have been in Chicago myself."
On this same boat was a preacher. The preacher was sure that he as a
member of the cloth would have no trouble, and then he had a stack of
credentials sky-high. When he was searched more closely than the rest
he grew insolent and said things, and as a result he was held up three
days until his friends in Germany helped him out.
My mother was nearly held up on the German border when she left
Germany. A German lady in Dresden asked her to take some presents to
her daughter in America, and among the things were two little bibs
worked in a cross stitch design that were to be given to the daughter's
child. The officials at Warnemünde seemed to think that the designs
meant something, and they studied over them a long time, but finally
after half an hour they gave them back to mother but with an air of not
being sure what the cross stitch designs really were.
The greatest role for spies in this war is that of Red Cross worker.
Here they have much freedom, and they can get very near the front.
Then a sick or wounded man will tell things that a well man will not.
Also, it is not so hard for them to transmit messages to their fellow
conspirators. In every country Red Cross workers are closely watched.
Another kind of spy is the newspaper spy. There was a newspaper spy in
Berlin when I was there. He posed as being very _deutschfreundlich_,
and his good cigars and quantities of spending-money got him lots of
information. When newspaper men are taken to the front, they have to
sign a paper that they will not leave Germany for a month after their
return. They also have to sign a paper that they will not hold the
German government responsible in case of anything happening to them.
They tell all sorts of spy stories in Germany, and some of them sound
very far-fetched. Here is a typical one. In East Prussia a nun was
found weeping in a railway station. She had a funeral wreath in her
hands. A sympathetic crowd gathered around her and tried to comfort
her. Finally, a little boy in the crowd cried, "Oh, look, mother,
what big hands she has!" The crowd looked, and sure enough they were
big--they were a man's hands. And the nun was found to be a man, a
Russian spy.
An American girl I knew was arrested as a spy. She was summering in a
little town in the Westphalia district. She was an ardent photographer,
and she could not see anything without wanting to snap it. The second
day there, she was out walking and discovered what she considered a
neat bit--green trees and a factory in the distance. She snapped the
picture and just then a voice behind her asked what she was doing. She
looked around and there stood a German soldier who told her to come
with him. She went. She was taken to a guard house where her pass was
examined and the film developed. When the films came out it was found
she had a picture of a bridge and two munition factories. They gave
the girl two hours to get out of the town. She never dreamed it was
_verboten_.
All the munition factories, granaries, wharves, supply places and
flying-places in Germany are guarded night and day, and if any one goes
poking around these places he is told to "move on." If any one can spy
on any of these locked-up places he must be very clever.