rest, no worse and no better. Its one aim and purpose is to promote its own interest; it has no other whatsoever. It was willing and eager, only six weeks ago, to embrace Comrade Stalin as a brother, and it is trying to buy him back even now, just as it is trying to buy Mussolini, Franco and the Turks. So long as the Japs kept their paws off China it was their ally and buddy, and if Hitler manages to survive the present moral crusade it will make terms with him quickly and gladly -- at the expense of France, even at the expense of the United States.
"To admire such a great and successful nation is one thing, and quite reasonable; to fall for its Pecksniffery, pay its bills, and tote its slops is assuredly something else again."
The above editorial from The Baltimore Sun, Oct. 8, 1939, by H. L. Mencken, is one of a series of rollicking, exhilarating outbursts by the incorrigible Boobophobe of Baltimore, -- long may he wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave which the lovers of moral bunk are seeking to reduce to a vale of tears. October 13, 1939
These weekly sermons of Mr. Mencken have appeared regularly in the Sunday Baltimore Sun. In anticipation of war, we have been turned back to thoughts of the moral life by our President and the great university presidents have followed religiously in his footsteps. Mr. Mencken's preoccupation with the moral life is evident by the titles of his sermons,--" The Call of Service", April 21, 1940,-- " Onward Christian Soldiers", May 19, 1940,--" Idealism Marches On", Oct. 15, 1940. But an end must come to all things. January 27, 1941, he writes me, "In a week or so you'll receive my last Baltimore Sun article. The paper has gone over to Roosevelt and Willkie in a large and vociferous way, and my continuance on the editorial page begins to seem an affectation. Whether I'll do any writing on the war any other place remains to be seen--probably not. I have two books in hand, and they are keeping me jumping. My belief is that trying to argue with the American people is completely hopeless. They think with their midriffs, and have an insatiable taste for demagogues".
Of his native city, we read in the Sargent Handbook of Private Schools ( 1938- 39 ed), "Famous for its markets and good living, its terrapin, and America's most articulate boobiphobe, H. L. Mencken, Baltimore is a city of distinctive local color, customs, and cuisine." Mencken, from his father's house where he still lives as in the "Happy Days" of his youth, writes me of this. "I think 'boobiphobe' is a capital word, and I shall take the liberty of borrowing it. I have only one suggestion to make, and that is that the 'i' be changed to 'o'. For some reason