Hitler's Hanfy

Connecticut Yankees pitched into the Battle of Fredericksburg under stalwart Brigadier General Wilhelm Heine. Last week the denizens of Manhattan's cloak and suit district turned out with rubber razzberries and flaunting banners, to welcome the General's famed grandson. Dr. Ernst Franz Sedgwick Hanfstaengl came steaming in on the Europa with the reputation of being Adolf Hitler's strapping, eagle-browed soul mate. "Down with Hitler and his beast Hanfstaengl!" screamed swarthy members of the crowd of 1,500. "Ship the Hitler agent back! Down with Hanfstaengl!"

In Berlin six foot two inch Dr. Hanfstaengl has the official job of Nazi Party spokesman to British and U. S. correspondents. During the nerve-wracking weeks of Nazi revolution he kept alert with a green bottle of smelling salts, taking great whiffs and passing the bottle freely to friends. Serene and rested last week he carried no salts, admitted that he often plays the piano for Hitler but denied the story that he does so whenever the Chancellor is tired. "If that were so I should be playing a great deal!" cried Nazi Hanfstaengl, "for he is tired often!"

Other passengers who left the Europa in limousines were booed and razzberried on the chance that they might be Dr. Hanfstaengl. He left the pier on a tug provided by the North German Lloyd, dined uptown and went to a night club with Harvard friends bent on escorting him to the reunion at Cambridge of his class of 1909. "You call me 'Putzy' as you did at Harvard," he beamed, "but in Berlin they call me 'Hanfy Hanfstaengl!' !:

Boston police, state troopers and detectives guarded the Chancellor's friend as if he had been an Ambassador. At the home of the classmate who invited him to Harvard, eminent Brain Specialist Dr. Elliot Carr Cutler, strapping "Putzy" received Harvard President Emeritus A. Lawrence Lowell who discussed with him -- according to Dr. Hanfstaengl -- Bismarck, Demosthenes, the art of public speaking and Hitler as an orator. While special correspondents of all leading news services hung around Dr. Hanfstaengl day after day on the chance that his presence would start a race riot, he parried their questions with 100% Teuton wit. Asked whether Adolf Hitler or Franklin Delano Roosevelt is the better orator, he chuckled: "Ha, Ha! That is like asking which is better in a storm, umbrellas or overshoes!"

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