Joseph B. Clearihue diary 1, 1914: typescript, page 1
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- Diary of Joseph B. Clearihue in Paris during
the war in August to September 5th, 1914.
Paris during the War 1914
Paris was all excited over the trial of Madame Cailloux. Crowds stood before the courts hoping to get a glimpse of the personages who played a part in this dreadful drama. Calmette dead, and the wife of a Cabinet minister accused. No wonder Paris was surging with excitement.
The boulevards each afternoon brought forth the crowds snatching up the latest papers. Everywhere one heard the name of Cailloux. Into this very mass there fell like a bombshell the ultimatum of Austria to Serbia.
Austria was going to fight; no one could believe it at first, it seemed so dreadful. But still what nation could accept the conditions required and at the same time uphold the pride of her race! Serbia did accept them almost. Austria declared herself not satisfied, recalled her ambassador and Russia began to mobilise.
All this fell upon Paris like a thunderbolt. That there might be an European war seemed to be realized at once. Even the meanest unknown grasped the gravity of the situation. There seemed to surge in the breast of every Frenchman a certain satisfaction. The time for revenge had arrived! Revenge! Forty-three years ago the pride of their nation had been crushed, Paris had been trodden by the very strives of the Germans, Alsace had been snatched from them. For forty-three years Paris had draped her statue of Strasbourg with crape and mourning and kept alive its memory in the hearts of every Frenchman. For forty-three years every being from the cradle to the tomb had learnt the lesson of revenge. The time had now arrived.
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