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Show WE FEEL FOR KARL. Wiut has become of Karl Rosner, favorite fa-vorite correspondent of the kaiser! For some days this effulgent eulogist has been silent. A week ago he pictured the emperor "tiptoe upon a misty mountain top," binoculars imperially planted against his "eyeballs, viewing the forward plunge of the storm troops who have for their motto, "we will win the war or go to hell." The emperor has been fond of these Napoleonic poses, and Karl Rosner has never grown weary of telling about them. When the Huns broke the allied ranks south of Laon and swept across the Aisne, the favorite correspondent ambled along the Chemin Des Dames beside the emperor, who was feeding fat on glory. Karl recorded the wondrous accidental meeting between tho emperor em-peror and the crown prince, in which they shook hands in an especially royal fashion and made some godlike remarks about the state of the weather. Then the emperor indulged in a few crocodile croco-dile tears, mourning the stubbornness of the French people which had made it necessary for the all-highest, seconded by the Gorman "gott," to inflict such terrible woes upon them. How is it that the voluble, loudly vocal Karl has relapsed into mumnessf No longer does he go into literary ecstasies about the noble attitudes and words of the kaiser. No longer does he tell us of the royal dashing to high hills of the earth-shaking emperor. The Prussian Napoleon, after the "battle of Waterloo," offers no inspiration to Karl. All his artistry has oozed away. Our sympathy goes out to Karl. We can fully appreciate the difficulties of a kaiser's favorite correspondent in days such as these. Only that doughty Prussian warrior, General Hell, could adequately voice the feelings of poor Karl. |