UNWRITTEN LETTERS TO THE KAISER.

No. XXXIX.

(_From_ JAMES J. SALTONTALE, _of New York City_.)

_KAISER WILLIAM_,--I guess you'll remember who I am when I tell you that

the Jay-Jay Lecture Agency and the Pushalong Dramatic Show Company were

invented by me and that I'm the sole possessor of these two world-wide

organisations. I wasn't always in with the high-brow crowd of the

lecturing business. To tell you the truth I began quite low down with a

six-legged pig that could spell out the word "pork" by touching the

letters with his snout on a big cardboard alphabet. He didn't last long.

Times were hard during his second winter, and--well, I never knew till

then how much bacon there is to a pig, even when it's a learned one with

six legs to it. It was always some trouble tying on them two extra legs,

and it was nervous work watching them while the show was open to see

they didn't work loose. So on the whole I wasn't altogether put into

mourning when old six-legs joined the dear departed and left me free to

speculate in Mexican dwarfs and a Bolivian giantess with a rich

contralto voice.

After that we rose to lions and tigers and a very massive elephant and a

few comic bears and a gorilla from Africa. It was profitable but tiring,

and after I'd saved a dollar or two I was able to retire from the

Mammoth Antediluvian Menagerie and devote myself to Lectures and the

Pushalong stunt, which is living pictures of an historic and improving

sort. So now you remember me, don't you?

Well, the fact is, Kaiser, that a notion's come into my head, and it's

this. When peace comes with all its horrors, you won't want to go on

every day explaining to the German people how you lost the War by being

too kind or by not having prepared yourself enough. And you won't want

to keep telling them why you spent so much time over Verdun and why the

British Fleet didn't make things as easy and comfortable for you as you

reckoned it ought to have done. The German people won't want to listen

to talk of that kind. They've been there and they'll know all about it

without being told. No, what you'll want to do will be to get into a new

atmosphere, with people all round you listening to you just as if you

were the only man in the world. You'll find all that in the United

States if you'll only put yourself in the hands of the Jay-Jay Lecturing

Agency and the Pushalong Dramatic Show Company. We shall engage the

halls and get together the audiences by our unique system of

advertisements, and all you've got to do is to appear at the time fixed

and address the meeting for an hour to an hour and a-half on such

subjects as "Why Belgium started the War," and "How Serbia used Poison

Gas," and "A Dozen Proofs that the _Lusitania_ was Sunk by the British

out of Spite," and "Turkey, the Saviour of the Armenians." There'll be

plenty of others, but these four will do as a good working basis, and we

can fill out the list later on, not forgetting the Monroe Doctrine and

how Germany is going to knock everyone who attacks it into pie.

Then, there can be living pictures of yourself, in all kinds of

uniforms, deciding reluctantly to issue an ultimatum, or packing your

valise for the Front, or leading two millions of men in a charge and

bringing back four millions of prisoners or setting an example to your

people by eating War-bread by the crumb. And then you can wind up the

evening's entertainment by showing yourself making a speech in which you

bring in that bit about the good old German God who has always been your

ally. And then the audience will stream out very devoutly, and all of

them will shake you by the hand and say they're pleased to meet you. I

tell you, WILLIAM HOHENZOLLERN, it will be great, and the dollars will

come pouring in. Leave it all to me, and I'll guarantee a success

that'll make you grateful to me for ever. If we could only get Uncle

FRANCIS JOSEPH to join--but no; that might distract attention from you,

and it's you I'm banking on. All I ask is a miserable twenty per cent.

on the profits. Is it a bargain?

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