Kick the German-Americans certainly did, by pen and Voice. No less a person than Robert Wanser, who had maintained a mere bowing acquaintance with Jeremy since the Cultural Language Bill episode, took it upon himself to voice a protest to General Manager Galpin.
“Why print this Russian claptrap at all?” he asked.
“All the papers are carrying it,” answered Galpin.
“Not so much of it, and not so prominently as The Guardian.”
“We’re giving it what it’s worth as news, just as we give the German advances in the West.”
“Everybody knows that it isn’t news. It is British fabrications, put on the tables to fool—er—influenceable newspapers.”
“Influenceable, eh?” said Galpin, annoyed. “Everybody knows, do they? You prove it to us, and we’ll print it, all right.”
“You are making a mistake,” pronounced the banker severely. “For a newspaper to take up the British side is very suspicious.”
“Bunk! The Guardian’s been square, and you know it. But we’re not going to stand for being censored by a lot of organized letter-writers.”
“A(c)h, censored!” The banker’s guttural almost emerged upon the troubled surface of speech. “The censoring is inside your editorial office, if anywhere. You refuse to publish our letters—”