Frank and his
comrades came in for praise and commendation that made their faces
glow, and it was promised that promotion and crosses of honor
would be a reward and recognition of their splendid work.
And now the date had been set for the signing of the Peace Treaty.
Germany was at white heat in protest against the terms. She swore
that she would never sign. She raged like a wild beast that had
been caught in a trap. With characteristic treachery she sank the
interned fleet at Scapa Flow. A mob burned the French flags in
Berlin, of which the treaty demanded the surrender. Sign the
treaty? Never! Never!
The Americans were ready on the instant to march toward Berlin.
Twenty-four hours before the time set for signing, tanks,
airplanes, guns and men poured over the Rhine. If the Germans
wanted more fighting they could have it. If they did not sign the
treaty at Versailles, they would be compelled to sign it in
Berlin. The guns were ready to thunder, the men ready to charge.
The Germans saw those preparations and wilted. Their boasting
changed to whining.
On June the twenty-eighth they signed the treaty.
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