Somewhere behind the German lines, in a house on whose walls hung quaint pictures of Belgian and French beauties of days gone by, German-American Hearst Writer Karl H. von Wiegand waited one day last week for Hitler. Around him, like suspicious police dogs, gathered the familiar assistants of a Hitler interview: Foreign Minister von Ribbentrop, Ribbentrop's Lawyer Hewel, Chief of the Propaganda Ministry's Press Bureau Dr. Dietrich, Foreign Office Interpreter Schmidt.
Old war-chasing Karl von Wiegand hoped for a scoop. In 1914 he was rebuked by U. P. for wasting money on...
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