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U .■„.] mi TOES SAMPLE of Boro-Pb«no fa ffO "If . . 74 The Last Lesson (Continued from page 17) Sometimes they were still puzzled, for they were hungry, so I would tell them, "The war has lasted longer than — than our Emperor thought. But soon it will be over and there will be peace for all — a peace that will last forever because men have had enough of horror. A new world is coming, children — a better world." When peace came, a trumpet shrilled the news through the village, and we were so happy, for I had talked to the children of peace and it had come! One morning Herr Professor Kraener said proudly, "Soon, Fraulein Heinrich, you will be teaching the children of our republic! We are to be a great republic — a democratic republic. But then, you would not know of that. I must explain it to you." "But I do know, Herr Professor!" I exclaimed. "I have read — I know. The first constitutional government was the Union of Utrecht in the sixteenth century. And then the Bill of Rights of the English— I will tell the children of that — and the Declaration of the Rights of Man of the French — and the wonderful American democracy— " I stopped, breathless with excitement, and Professor Kraener smiled "But the things he says — " "And I say the things he says do not matter! Once order is established, good sense will return. Let the others march with him — he'll bring them to order!" And they did march with him— yes — the way they're marching now to me. For a time, while the Leader shouted and stamped through the halls of the government, 1 was able to go on with my teaching, undisturbed. While new idiocies were screamed over the radio and in the newspapers, I told ray children of the true things; "We must believe in democracy. We must believe in liberty. We must hate war." But one afternoon, Professor Kraener called me to his office. He was sitting at his desk, and he was sobbing. I had never seen this big, kind, imposing man cry, and it frightened me more than anything that had ever happened to me in all my life. As he raised his head we heard a bugle blowing, far off in the hills around the village. "When the end of the world came," he whispered, "they said the trumpet would blow. So!" "But that is only the boys marching— playing — ," I said. "No Fraulein." He shook his beard CAUTION! Professionals and amateurs are hereby warned that the play "Ivory Tower" being fully protected under the copyright Jaws of the United States of America and all other countries of the copyright union, including the dominion of Canada, is subject to a royalty. All rights, including professional, amateur, motion picture, recitation, public reading, radio broadcasts and the rights of translation into foreign languages, are strictly reserved. All inquiries regarding this play should be addressed to Script Division, National Broadcasting Co., Rockefeller Plaza, New York, New York. indulgently when he saw how beautiful these things were to me and how I longed to talk of them to my children. He smiled, but they were as beautiful to him, too. So, for a while I taught my children these good things — that kings are not divine, that men are created equal, that each man is strong within himself. I said to myself that these were eternal, these truths, and that they would last — forever. They did not last. Instead, a confused cry grew in the streets where men called for a "leader." Always there was that clamor for a "leader", for "discipline". Could I tell them what I knew to be true — that each man must stand strong alone: that liberty is greater than discipline? No. I could not tell that to these older people in the streets — only to my children. The clamor grew louder, this crazed clamor for discipline and leadership, and more and more people began saying, "Democracy is weakness," until there was fighting in the streets at night, and out of the chaos there grew a Leader. He brought order out of the confusion, but with it, he brought madness. "What does it matter, Fraulein Heinrich?" Professor Kraener said to me. "What does it matter what this little upside-down politician shouts as long as he brings order?" ed head from side to side. "The end of the world — " Abruptly he shook off his fit of abstraction. "Fraulein Heinrich," he said, "you have been here for many years. You are my friend. And since you are my friend, I — I cannot speak. I can only say — the children are your responsibility now — your duty. You mustn't — you mustn't fail me." "But. Herr Professor — " I stammered. He gestured in dismissal. "Go on as you have been — tell them the truth in your own way. But leave me now, Fraulein — leave me — " The next morning Professor Kraener was gone. Mysteriously, horribly missing. When I went out into the town and asked the Burgomeister, he was frightened, and all he would say was that "they had taken him away." They? Who? But no one would answer me. At last the Burgomeister told me to go to a man named Ruger — Arnold Ruger. "Maybe he will tell you," he said. "I — I dare not." Arnold Ruger! Of course I would go to Arnold. Once more I remembered what had happened so many years before — Arnold pleading with me to go away with him, telling me he needed me. Now I needed him. He could not fail me! They showed me into the office he had set up in the Town Hall. Guards RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR