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Weise tried to make himself a favourite with all, but the others noticed that he kept a check upon himself and never showed himself as he really was. Moreover, even when he was alone with them, he evidently felt a certain constraint. One morning while washing there was almost a quarrel, when Vogt caught him by the arm and tried to examine the tattoo marks on his skin.
"Thank God some of them have straight bones!" sighed the corporal, and sent them indoors again. "You can be packing up your civilian clothes," he called after them, "and getting them ready to be sent away." In the passage Vogt stopped: "Which is our room then?" he asked. "Oh, number nine; we're all in nine," answered Weise.
He pulled out a sheet of paper and read from it the sum that Germany spent annually on her army. It made the men open their eyes pretty wide. An incredible sum, truly, of which they could form no clear idea at all. Sometimes one of them would say! "But look here, old man; suppose there was war, and we had no soldiers?" "War! war!" said Weise. "What is war, pray? Who is it that makes war?
No wonder that the period of military service was extremely favourable to the spread of social-democracy! Such sensational object-lessons were not necessary; the circumstances of every-day life all pointed towards socialism. Wolf understood the part that Weise played in the battery. It was always the same. Each batch of recruits was a mixture of men from towns and men from the country.
He waxed portly in figure, and Minna Victoria often felt herself obliged to call him over the coals for paying too much attention to some one of the elegant ladies who patronised the establishment. The sixth battery of the 80th regiment, Eastern Division of the Field Artillery, had occasion, however, to send another non-commissioned officer to the Fire-workers' College Gustav Weise.
Captain von Wegstetten was very well pleased with Weise; he considered he had made him a permanent convert to the cause of king and country, But Weise was rather inclined to domineer over his subordinates which was not what might have been expected of a former social-democrat and on that account his captain had hit upon the idea of persuading him to be a fire-worker.
Even the beautiful allegory of the three rings in "Nathan der Weise," always seems to me to throw considerable discredit on the father who set his sons wrangling over the imitation rings. And, inversely, nothing seems easier to me than to invent fables to prove wrong morals: e.g.
"Well, now, think about it a moment. Over there in France are sitting together just such poor simple fellows as we are here. Ask them if they want to let themselves be shot dead in a moment without rhyme or reason? Do you expect them to say yes?" "No, of course not. But but then who is it who really does want war?" Weise did not speak for a moment, but laughed softly.
He pulled a stool up to his locker, and began to take his things off. Weise sat down near him, already a full-blown soldier. The smart young fellow could adapt himself to anything, and had known at once how to give just the right saucy tilt to his forage-cap. "Fine, eh?" he said, laughing, as he struck an attitude and gave his moustache an upward twirl.
Yes, the workers had only to show the world that they were a power; that they were not going to be trampled on for ever; that they intended henceforth to have their share of the profits which they had hitherto been putting into the pockets of the rich, although earned by their own toil and sweat. Or Weise would reckon how much was spent in one day's gun-practice.
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