Every member of President Paul von Hindenburg's household, from his bashful scrubwoman to his self-important State Secretary, sat down to lunch at one long table in the drawing room two days before Christmas. Beside pallid, big-jowled Old Paul sat his buxom, apple-cheeked typist. The flustered scrubwoman sat next to the President's handsome son, Lieut.-Colonel Oscar von Hindenburg, whose brunette wife, about to bear a daughter, had the hall porter on her right. A telephone girl sat with bespectacled State Secretary Dr. Otto Meissner who had very little to say. Across the...
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