VIERECK'S: THE AMERICAN WEEKLY

New York, New York, U.S.A.

16 May 1917

(page 247)

THE LATEST SUBMARINE OUTRAGE.

The latest submarine joke comes from London. It was related to us by Mr. Aleister Crowley, the great Irish poet. “The Germans,” said Mr. Crowley, blowing delicate gray rings from his favorite fifty-cent cigar, paid for, alas, by the editor of this publication, “have systemized their U-boat campaign so thoroughly that they know almost exactly the whereabouts of each merchantman belonging to the Allies. In longitude x, latitude x, a German submarine recently waited the arrival of the huge liner. . . . The ship finally hove in sight.

“Where have you been? thundered the indignant Kapitän-leutnant to the frightened commander of the Cunard vessel, ‘Don’t you know that you are twenty minutes late?’ ”