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Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 1, No. 4 March 30, 1938


"I am not here to talk propaganda, "said Count Von Lucker recently in newspaper interview.

In accordance with its debunking policy, "Salient" arranged an interview with the redoubtable Count in order to get him to talk propaganda. And we were not disappointed.

Without any leading questions or encouragement the Count, in guttural and emphatic semi-English, recounted with elaborate gesture the story of his life. Traversing all subjects from the Salvation Army to the Battle of Jutland. But it was not until we descended the stairs together that we heard in one gushing outburst Von Luckner's dream, Germany's foreign policy, and the real object of the Count's "mission of goodwill."

The interview was rather like a nightmare.

I was shown into the Count's rooms by the Countess herself, a tall, pleasant looking lady whom I met outside fare welling an acquaintance with the words "Auf Weidershen."

"Oh, yes." she said. "You are ze—ze gentleman to see ze Count. Oh, we are in such a great hurry. Do come in-and be seated."

I became seated.

"Ze Count will be a few minutes. You do not mind? We are going away, you see. And, oh, so many people-you will excuse me please."

She disappeared. A glance round the room showed me several interesting objects. First, a pair of enormous black shoes sprawling beneath a chair. And second, the famous Von Luckner pipe lying in state upon a table beside a huge tin of rank tobacco.

[unclear: In] colloquy with the Count on the other side of the door, the Countess emerged, looked anxiously round the room, and then pounced on the shoes.

"Ach! He's so untidy-and in such a hurry!" she beamed, carrying the shoes to the inner room once more.

At last the Count himself appeared. A tall, burly, bronzed man, very effusive and hearty, typically German, burst through the door, wrung my hand, sat down opposite me and began to tell me the story of his life.

It is difficult to reproduce the Count's speech. Wandering from subject to subject with bewildering rapidity, gesticulating wildly, using terrific emphasis and spitting frightfully the Count must be seen to be believed.

"I lectured in every University in the United States when I was there." he boomed. "I was seven years in America. I went there In 1927 on my mission of goodwill. By Jove. It is a wonderful place. But I had nothing to do with Universities, I run away when I was little. Do you know why I run away? Because I had difficulties in passing my examinations. So I run away—you see?"