CHAPTER III
"THE PERSONAL REPRESENTATIVE OF THE KAISER"---WANGENHEIM
OPPOSES THE SALE OF AMERICAN WARSHIPS TO GREECE
But even in March, 1914, the Germans had pretty well tightened their hold on Turkey.
Liman von Sanders, who had arrived
in December, had become the predominant influence in the Turkish army. At first Von Sanders' appointment aroused no
particular hostility, for German missions had been called in before to instruct the Turkish army, notably that of Von der Goltz,
and an English naval mission, headed by Admiral Limpus, was even then in Turkey attempting the difficult task of reorganizing
the Turkish navy. We soon discovered, however, that the Von Sanders military mission was something quite different from
those which I have named. Even before Von Sanders' arrival it had been announced that he was to take command of the first
Turkish army corps, and that General Bronssart von Schnellendorf was to become Chief of Staff. The appointments signified
nothing less than that the Kaiser had almost completed his plans to annex the Turkish army to his own. To show the power
which Von Sanders' appointment had given him, it is only necessary to say that the first army corps practically controlled
Constantinople. These changes clearly showed to what an extent Enver Pasha had become a cog in the Prussian system.
Naturally the representatives of the Entente Powers could not tolerate such a usurpation by Germany. The British, French,
and Russian Ambassadors immediately called upon the Grand Vizier and protested with more warmth than politeness over
Von Sanders' elevation. The Turkish Cabinet hemmed and hawed in the usual way, protested that the change was not
important, but finally it withdrew Von Sanders' appointment as head of the first army corps, and made him Inspector General.
However, this did not greatly improve the situation, for this post really gave Von Sanders greater power than the one which
he had held before. Thus, by January, 1914, seven months before the Great War began, Germany held this position in the
Turkish army: a German general was Chief of Staff; another was Inspector General; scores of German officers held
commands of the first importance, and the Turkish politician who was even then an outspoken champion of Germany, Enver
Pasha, was Minister of War.
After securing this diplomatic triumph Wangenheim was granted a vacation---he had certainly earned it---and Giers, the
Russian Ambassador, went off on a vacation at the same time. Baroness Wangenheim explained to me---I was ignorant at
this time of all these subtleties of diplomacy---precisely what these vacations signified. Wangenheim's leave of absence, she
said, meant that the German Foreign Office regarded the Von Sanders episode as closed---and closed with a German
victory. Giers's furlough, she explained, meant that Russia declined to accept this point of view and that, so far as Russia was
concerned, the Von Sanders affair had not ended. I remember writing to my family that, in this mysterious Near-Eastern
diplomacy, the nations talked to each other with acts, not words, and I instanced Baroness Wangenheim's explanation of
these diplomatic vacations as a case in point.
An incident which took place in my own house opened all our eyes to how seriously Von Sanders regarded this military
mission. On February 18th, I gave my first diplomatic dinner; General Von Sanders and his two daughters attended, the
General sitting next to my daughter Ruth. My daughter, however, did not have a very enjoyable time; this German field
marshal, sitting there in his gorgeous uniform, his breast all sparkling with medals, hardly said a word throughout the whole
meal. He ate his food silently and sulkily, all my daughter's attempts to enter into conversation evoking only an occasional
surly monosyllable. The behaviour of this great military leader was that of a spoiled child.
At the end of the dinner Von Mutius, the German charg? d'affaires, came up to me in a high state of excitement. It was some
time before he could sufficiently control his agitation to deliver his message.
"You have made a terrible mistake, Mr. Ambassador," he said.
"What is that?" I asked, naturally taken aback.
"You have greatly offended Field Marshal Von Sanders. You have placed him at the dinner lower in rank than the foreign
ministers. He is the personal representative of the Kaiser and as such is entitled to equal rank with the ambassadors. He
should have been placed ahead of the cabinet ministers and the foreign ministers."
So I had affronted the Emperor himself! This, then, was the explanation of Von Sanders' boorish behaviour. Fortunately, my
position was an impregnable one. I had not arranged the seating precedence at this dinner; I had sent the list of my guests to
the Marquis Pallavicini, the Austrian Ambassador and dean of the diplomatic corps, and the greatest authority in
Constantinople on such delicate points as this. The Marquis had returned the list, marking in red ink against each name the
order of precedence 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, etc. I still possess this document as it came from the Austrian Embassy, and General
Von-Sanders' name appears with the numerals "13" against it. I must admit, however, that "the 13th chair" did bring him
pretty well to the foot of the table.
I explained the situation to Von Mutius and asked M. Panfili, conseiller of the Austrian Embassy, who was a guest at the
dinner, to come up and make everything clear to the outraged German diplomat. As the Austrians and Germans were allies, it
was quite apparent that the slight, if slight there had been, was unintentional. Panfili said that he had been puzzled over the
question of Von Sanders's position, and had submitted the question to the Marquis. The outcome was that the Austrian
Ambassador had himself fixed Von Sanders' rank at number 13. But the German Embassy did not let the matter rest there,
for afterward Wangenheim called on Pallavicini, and discussed the matter with considerable liveliness.
"If Liman von Sanders represents the Kaiser, whom do you represent?" Pallavicini asked Wangenheim. The argument was a
good one, as the ambassador is always regarded as the alter ego of his sovereign.
"It is not customary," continued the Marquis, "for an emperor to have two representatives at the same court."
As the Marquis was unyielding, Wangenheim carried the question to the Grand Vizier. But Sa?d Halim refused to assume
responsibility for so momentous a decision and referred the dispute to the Council of Ministers. This body solemnly sat upon
the question and rendered this verdict: Von Sanders should rank ahead of the ministers of foreign countries, but below the
members of the Turkish Cabinet. Then the foreign ministers lifted up their voices in protest. Von Sanders not only became
exceedingly unpopular for raising this question, but the dictatorial and autocratic way in which he had done it aroused general
disgust. The ministers declared that, if Von Sanders were ever given precedence at any function of this kind, they would leave
the table in a body. The net result was that Von Sanders was never again invited to a diplomatic dinner. Sir Louis Mallet, the
British Ambassador, took a sardonic interest in the episode. It was lucky, he said, that it had not happened at his Embassy; if
it had, the newspapers would have had columns about the strained relations between England and Germany!
After all, this proceeding did have great international importance. Von Sanders's personal vanity had led him to betray a
diplomatic secret; he was not merely a drill master who had been sent to instruct the Turkish army; he was precisely what he
had claimed to be---the personal representative of the Kaiser. The Kaiser had selected him, just as he had selected
Wangenheim, as an instrument for working his will in Turkey. Afterward Von Sanders told me, with all that pride which
German aristocrats manifest when speaking of their imperial master, how the Kaiser had talked to him a couple of hours the
day he had appointed him to this Constantinople mission, and how, the day that he had started, Wilhelm had spent another
hour giving him final instructions. I reported this dinner incident to my government as indicating Germany's growing
ascendancy in Turkey and I presume the other ambassadors likewise reported it to their governments. The American military
attach?, Major John R. M. Taylor, who was present, attributed the utmost significance to it. A month after the occurrence he
and Captain McCauley, commanding the Scorpion, the American stationnaire at Constantinople, had lunch at Cairo with
Lord Kitchener. The luncheon was a small one, only the Americans, Lord Kitchener, his sister, and an aide making up the
party. Major Taylor related this incident, and Kitchener displayed much interest.
"What do you think it signifies ?" asked Kitchener.
"I think it means," Major Taylor said, "that when the big war comes, Turkey will probably be the ally of Germany. If she is
not in direct alliance, I think that she at least will mobilize on the line of the Caucasus and thus divert three Russian army corps
from the European theatre of operations."
Kitchener thought for a moment and then said, "I agree with you."
And now for several months we had before our eyes this spectacle of the Turkish army actually under the control of
Germany. German officers drilled the troops daily---all, I am now convinced, in preparation for the approaching war. Just
what results had been accomplished appeared when, in July, there was a great military review. The occasion was a splendid
and a gala affair. The Sultan attended in state; he sat under a beautifully decorated tent where he held a little court; and the
Khedive of Egypt, the Crown Prince of Turkey, the princes of the imperial blood and the entire Cabinet were also on hand.
We now saw that, in the preceding six months, the Turkish army had been completely Prussianized. What in January had
been an undisciplined, ragged rabble was now parading with the goose step; the men were clad in German field gray, and
they even wore a casque-shaped head covering, which slightly suggested the German pickelhaube. The German officers
were immensely proud of the exhibition, and the transformation of the wretched Turkish soldiers of January into these neatly
dressed, smartly stepping, splendidly manoeuvring troops was really a creditable military achievement. When the Sultan
invited me to his tent I naturally congratulated him upon the excellent showing of his men. He did not manifest much
enthusiasm; he said that he regretted the possibility of war; he was at heart a pacifist. I noticed certain conspicuous absences
from this great German f?te, for the French, British, Russian, and Italian ambassadors had kept away. Bompard said that, he
had received his ten tickets but that he did not regard that as an invitation. Wangenheim told me, with some satisfaction, that
the other, ambassadors were jealous and that they did not care to see the progress which the Turkish army had made under
German instruction. I did not have the slightest question that these ambassadors refused to attend because they had no desire
to grace this German holiday; nor did I blame them.
Meanwhile, I had other evidences that Germany was playing her part in Turkish politics. In June the relations between Greece
and Turkey approached the breaking-point. The Treaty of London (May 30, 1913) had left Greece in possession of the
islands of Chios and Mitylene. A reference to the map discloses the strategic importance of these islands. They stand there in
the Aegean Sea like guardians controlling the bay and the great port of Smyrna, and it is quite apparent that any strong
military nation which permanently held these vantage points would ultimately control Smyrna and the whole Aegean coast of
Asia Minor. The racial situation made the continued retention of these islands by Greece a constant military danger to Turkey.
Their population was Greek and had been Greek since the days of Homer;
the coast of Asia Minor itself was also Greek;
more than half the population of Smyrna, Turkey's greatest Mediterranean seaport, was Greek; in its industries, its
commerce, and its culture the city was so predominantly Greek that the Turks usually referred to it as giaour Ismir---"infidel
Smyrna." Though this Greek population was nominally Ottoman in nationality it did not conceal its affection for the Greek
fatherland, these Asiatic Greeks even making contributions to promote Greek national aims. The Aegean islands and the
mainland, in fact, constituted Graecia Irredenta; and that Greece was determined to redeem them, precisely as she had
recently redeemed Crete, was no diplomatic secret. Should the Greeks ever land an army on this Asia Minor coast, there
was little question that the native Greek population would welcome it enthusiastically and cooperate with it.
Since Germany, however, had her own plans for Asia Minor, inevitably the Greeks in this region formed a barrier to
Pan-German aspirations. As long as this region remained Greek, it formed a natural obstacle to Germany's road to the
Persian Gulf, precisely as did Serbia. Any one who has read even cursorily the literature of Pan-Germania is familiar with the
peculiar method which German publicists have advocated for dealing with populations that stand in Germany's way. That is
by deportation. The violent shifting of whole peoples from one part of Europe to another, as though they were so many herds
of cattle, has for years been part of the Kaiser's plans for German expansion. This is the treatment which, since the war
began, she has applied to Belgium, to Poland, to Serbia; its most hideous manifestation, as I shall show, has been to Armenia.
Acting under Germany's prompting, Turkey now began to apply this principle of deportation to her Greek subjects in Asia
Minor. Three years afterward the German admiral, Usedom, who had been stationed in the Dardanelles during the
bombardment, told me that it was the Germans "who urgently made the suggestion that the Greeks be moved from the
seashore." The German motive, Admiral Usedom said, was purely military. Whether Talaat and his associates realized that
they were playing the German game I am not sure, but there is no doubt that the Germans were constantly instigating them in
this congenial task.
The events that followed foreshadowed the policy adopted in' the Armenian massacres. The Turkish officials pounced upon
the Greeks, herded them in groups and marched them toward the ships. They gave them no time to settle their private affairs,
and they took no pains to keep families together. The plan was to transport the Greeks to the wholly Greek islands in the
Aegean. Naturally the Greeks rebelled against such treatment, and occasional massacres were the result, especially in
Phocaea, where more than fifty people were murdered. The Turks demanded that all foreign establishments in Smyrna
dismiss their Greek employees and replace them with Moslems. Among other American concerns, the Singer Manufacturing
Company received such instructions, and though I interceded and obtained sixty days' delay, ultimately this American concern
had to obey the mandate. An official boycott was established against all Christians, not only in Asia Minor, but in
Constantinople, but this boycott did not discriminate against the Jews, who have always been more popular with the Turks
than have the Christians. The officials particularly requested Jewish merchants. to put signs over their doors indicating their
nationality and trade such signs as "Abraham the Jew, tailor," "Isaac the Jew, shoemaker," and the like. I looked upon this
boycott as illustrating the topsy-turvy national organization of Turkey, for here we had a nation engaging in a commercial
boycott against its own subjects.
This procedure against the Greeks not improperly aroused my indignation. I did not have the slightest suspicion at that time
that the Germans had instigated these deportations, but I looked upon them merely as an outburst of Turkish ferocity and
chauvinism. By this time I knew Talaat well; I saw him nearly every day, and he used to discuss practically every phase of
international relations with me. I objected vigorously to his treatment of the Greeks; I told him that it would make the worst
possible impression abroad and that it affected American interests. Talaat explained his national policy: these different blocs in
the Turkish Empire, he said, had always conspired against Turkey; because of the hostility of these native populations, Turkey
had lost province after province---Greece, Serbia, Rumania, Bulgaria, Bosnia, Herzegovina, Egypt, and Tripoli. In this way
the Turkish Empire had dwindled almost to the vanishing point. If what was left of Turkey was to survive, added Talaat, he
must get rid of these alien peoples. "Turkey for the Turks " was now Talaat's controlling idea. Therefore he proposed to
Turkify Smyrna and the adjoining islands. Already 40,000 Greeks had left, and he asked me again to urge American business
houses to employ only Turks. He said that the accounts of violence and murder had been greatly exaggerated and suggested
that a commission be sent to investigate. "They want a commission to whitewash Turkey," Sir Louis Mallet, the British
Ambassador, told me. True enough, when this commission did bring in its report, it exculpated Turkey.
The Greeks in Turkey had one great advantage over the Armenians, for there was such a thing as a Greek government, which
naturally has a protecting interest in them. The Turks knew that these deportations would precipitate a war with Greece; in
fact, they welcomed such a war and were preparing for it. So enthusiastic were the Turkish people that they had raised
money by popular subscription and bad purchased a Brazilian dreadnaught which was then under construction in England.
The government had ordered also a second dreadnaught in England, and several submarines and destroyers in France. The
purpose of these naval preparations was no secret in Constantinople. As soon as they obtained these ships, or even the one
dreadnaught which was nearing completion, Turkey intended to attack Greece and take back the islands. A single modern
battleship like the Sultan Osman---this was the name the Turks had given the Brazilian vessel---could easily overpower the
whole Greek navy and control the Aegean Sea. As this powerful vessel would be finished and commissioned in a few
months, we all expected the Greco-Turkish war to break out in the fall. What could the Greek navy possibly do against this
impending danger?
Such was the situation when, early in June, I received a most agitated visitor. This was Djemal Pasha, the Turkish Minister of
Marine and one of the three men who then dominated the Turkish Empire. I have hardly ever seen a man who appeared
more utterly worried than was Djemal on this occasion. As he began talking excitedly to my interpreter in French, his
whiskers trembling with his emotions and his hands wildly gesticulating, he seemed to be almost beside himself. I knew
enough French to understand what he was saying, and the news which he brought---this was the first I had heard of
it---sufficiently explained his agitation. The American Government, he said, was negotiating with Greece for the sale of two
battleships, the Idaho and the Mississippi. He urged that I should immediately move to prevent any such sale. His attitude
was that of a suppliant; he begged, he implored that I should intervene. All along, he said, the Turks regarded the United
States as their best friend; I had frequently expressed my desire to help them; well, here was the chance to show our good
feeling. The fact that Greece and Turkey were practically on the verge of war, said Djemal, really made the sale of the ships
an unneutral act. Still, if the transaction were purely a commercial one, Turkey would like a chance to bid. "We will pay more
than Greece," he added. He ended with a powerful plea that I should at once cable my government about the matter, and this
I promised to do.
Evidently the clever Greeks had turned the tables on their enemy. Turkey had rather too boldly advertised her intention of
attacking Greece as soon as she had received her dreadnaughts. Both the ships for which Greece was now negotiating were
immediately available for battle! The Idaho and Mississippi were not indispensable ships for the American navy; they could
not take their place in the first line of battle; they were powerful enough, however, to drive the whole Turkish navy from the
Aegean. Evidently the Greeks did not intend politely to postpone the impending war until the Turkish dreadnaughts had been
finished, but to attack as soon as they received these American ships. Djemal's point, of course, had no legal validity.
However great the threat of war might be, Turkey and Greece were still actually at peace. Clearly Greece had just as much
right to purchase warships in the United States as Turkey had to purchase them in Brazil or England.
But Djemal was not the only statesman who attempted to prevent the sale; the German Ambassador displayed the keenest
interest. Several days after Djemal's visit, Wangenheim and I were riding in the hills north of Constantinople; Wangenheim
began to talk about the Greeks, to whom he displayed a violent antipathy, about the chances of war, and the projected sale
of American warships. He made a long argument about the sale, his reasoning being precisely the same as Djemal's---a fact
which aroused my suspicions that he had himself coached Djemal for his interview with me.
"Just look at the dangerous precedent you are establishing," said Wangenheim. "It is not unlikely that the United States may
sometime find itself in a position like Turkey's to-day. Suppose that you were on the brink of war with Japan; then England
could sell a fleet of dreadnaughts to Japan. How would the United States like that?"
And then he made a statement which indicated what really lay back of his protest. I have
thought of it many times in the last three years. The scene is indelibly impressed on my
mind. There we sat on our horses; the silent ancient forest of Belgrade lay around us,
while in the distance the Black Sea glistened in the afternoon sun. Wangenheim suddenly
became quiet and extremely earnest. He looked in my eyes and said:
"I don't think that the United States realizes what a serious matter this is. The sale of
these ships might be the cause that would bring on a European war."
This conversation took place on June 13th; this was about six weeks before the
conflagration broke out. Wangenheim. knew perfectly well that Germany was rushing
preparations for this great conflict, and he also knew that preparations were not yet
entirely complete. Like all the German ambassadors, Wangenheim, had received instructions not to let any crisis arise that
would precipitate war until all these preparations had been finished. He had no objections to the expulsion of the Greeks, for
that in itself was part of these preparations; he was much disturbed, however, over the prospect that the Greeks might
succeed in arming themselves and disturbing existing conditions in the Balkans. At that moment the Balkans were a
smouldering volcano; Europe had gone through two Balkan wars without becoming generally involved, and Wangenheim
knew that another would set the whole continent ablaze. He knew that war was coming, but he did not want it just then. He
was simply attempting to influence me at that moment to gain a little more time for Germany.
He went so far as to ask me to cable personally to the President, explain the seriousness of the situation, and to call his
attention to the telegrams that had gone to the State Department on the proposed sale of the ships. I regarded his suggestion
as an impertinent one and declined to act upon it.
To Djemal and the other Turkish officials who kept pressing me I suggested that their ambassador in Washington should take
up the matter directly with the President. They acted on this advice, but the Greeks again got ahead of them. At two o'clock,
June 22d, the Greek charg? d'affaires at Washington and Commander Tsouklas, of the Greek navy, called upon the
President and arranged the sale. As they left the President's office, the Turkish Ambassador entered---just fifteen minutes too
late!
I presume that Mr. Wilson consented to the sale because he knew that Turkey was preparing to attack Greece and believed
that the Idaho and Mississippi would prevent such an attack and so preserve peace in the Balkans.
Acting under the authorization of Congress, the administration sold these ships on July 8, 1914, to Fred J. Gauntlett, for
$12,535,276.98. Congress immediately voted the money realized from the sale to the construction of a great modern
dreadnaught, the California. Mr. Gauntlett transferred the ships to the Greek Government. Rechristened the Kilkis and the
Lemnos, those battleships immediately took their places as the most powerful vessels of the Greek Navy, and the enthusiasm
of the Greeks in obtaining them was unbounded.
By this time we had moved from the Embassy to our summer home on the Bosphorus. All the summer embassies were
located there, and a more beautiful spot I have never seen. Our house was a three-story building, something in the Venetian
style; behind it the cliff rose abruptly, with several terraced gardens towering one above the other; the building stood so near
the shore and the waters of the Bosphorus rushed by so rapidly that when we sat outside, especially on a moonlight night, we
had almost a complete illusion that we were sitting on the deck of a fast sailing ship. In the daytime the Bosphorus, here little
more than a mile wide, was alive with gaily coloured craft; I recall this animated scene with particular vividness because I
retain in my mind the contrast it presented a few months afterward, when Turkey's entrance into the war had the immediate
result of closing this strait. Day by day the huge Russian steamships, on their way from Black Sea ports to Smyrna,
Alexandria, and other cities, made clear the importance of this little strip of water, and explained the bloody contests of the
European nations, extending over a thousand years, for its possession. However, these early summer months were peaceful;
all the ambassadors and ministers and their families were thrown constantly together; here daily gathered the representatives
of all the powers that for the last four years have been grappling in history's bloodiest war, all then apparently friends, sitting
around the same dining tables, walking arm in arm upon the porches. The ambassador of one power would most graciously
escort to dinner the wife of another whose country was perhaps the most antagonistic to his own. Little groups would form
after dinner; the Grand Vizier would hold an impromptu reception in one corner, cabinet ministers would be whispering in
another; a group of ambassadors would discuss the Greek situation out on the porch; the Turkish officials would glance
quizzically upon the animated scene and perhaps comment quietly in their own tongue; the Russian Ambassador would glide
about the room, pick out someone whom he wished to talk to, lock arms and push him into a corner for a surreptitious
t?te-?-t?te. Meanwhile, our sons and daughters, the junior members' of the diplomatic corps, and the officers of the several
stationnaires, dancing and flirting, seemed to think that the whole proceeding had been arranged solely for their amusement.
And to realize, while all this was going on, that neither the Grand Vizier, nor any of the other high Turkish officials, would
leave the house without outriders and bodyguards to protect them from assassination---whatever other emotions such a
vibrating atmosphere might arouse, it was certainly alive with interest. I felt also that there was something electric about it all;
war was ever the favourite topic of conversation; everyone seemed to realize that this peaceful, frivolous life was transitory,
and that at any moment might come the spark that was to set everything aflame.
Yet, when the crisis came, it produced no immediate sensation. On June 29th we heard of the assassination of the Grand
Duke of Austria and his consort. Everybody received the news calmly, there was, indeed, a stunned feeling that something
momentous had happened, but there was practically no excitement. A day or two after this tragedy I had a long talk with
Talaat on diplomatic matters; he made no reference at all to this event. I think now that we were all affected by a kind of
emotional paralysis---as we were nearer the centre than most people, we certainly realized the dangers in the situation. In a
day or two our tongues seemed to have been loosened, for we began to talk and to talk war. When I saw Von Mutius, the
German charg?, and Weitz, the diplomat-correspondent of the Frankfurter Zeitung, they also discussed the impending
conflict, and again they gave their forecast a characteristically Germanic touch; when war came, they said, of course the
United States would take advantage of it to get all the Mexican and South American trade!
When I called upon Pallavicini to express my condolences over the Grand Duke's death, he received me with the most stately
solemnity. He was conscious that he was representing the imperial family, and his grief seemed to be personal; one would
think that he had lost his own son. I expressed my abhorrence and that of my nation for the deed, and our sympathy with the
aged emperor.
"Jab, Jab, es is sear schrecklich" (yes, yes, it is very terrible), he answered, almost in a whisper.
"Serbia will be condemned for her conduct," he added. " She will be compelled to make reparation."
A few days later, when Pallavicini called upon me, he spoke of the nationalistic societies that Serbia had permitted to exist
and of her determination to annex Bosnia and Herzegovina. He said that his government would insist on the abandonment of
these societies and these pretentions, and that probably a punitive expedition into Serbia would be necessary to prevent such
outrages as the murder of the Grand Duke. Herein I had my first intimation of the famous ultimatum of July 22d.
The entire diplomatic corps attended the requiem mass for the Grand Duke and Duchess, celebrated at the Church of Sainte
Marie on July 4th. The church is located in the Grande Rue de Pera, not far from the Austrian Embassy; to reach it we had to
descend a flight of forty stone steps. At the top of these stairs representatives of the Austrian Embassy, dressed in full
uniform, with cr?pe on the left arm, met us, and escorted us to our seats. All the ambassadors sat in the front pew; I recall this
with strange emotions now, for it was the last time that we ever sat together. The service was dignified and beautiful; I
remember it with especial vividness. because of the contrasting scene that immediately followed. When the stately, gorgeously
robed priests had finished, we all shook hands with the Austrian Ambassador, returned to our automobiles, and started on
our eight-mile ride along the Bosphorus to the American Embassy. For this day was not only the day when we paid our
tribute to the murdered heir of this medieval autocracy; it was also the Fourth of July. The very setting of the two scenes
symbolized these two national ideals. I always think of this ambassadorial group going down those stone steps to the church,
to pay their respect to the Grand Duke, and then going up to the gaily decorated American Embassy, to pay their respect to
the Declaration of Independence. All the station ships of the foreign countries lay out in the stream, decorated and dressed in
honour of our national holiday, and the ambassadors and ministers called in full regalia. From the upper gardens we could see
the place where Darius crossed from Asia with his Persian hosts 2,500 years before---one of those ancient autocrats the line
of which is not yet entirely extinct. There also we could see magnificent Robert College, an institution that represented
America's conception of the way to "penetrate" the Turkish Empire. At night our gardens were illuminated with Chinese
lanterns; good old American fireworks, lighting up the surrounding hills and the Bosphorus, and the American flag flying at the
front of the house, seemed almost to act as a challenge to the plentiful reminders of autocracy and oppression which we had
had in the early part of the day. Not more than a mile across the water the dark and gloomy hills of Asia, for ages the
birthplace of military despotisms, caught a faint and, I think, a prophetic glow from these illuminations.
In glancing at the ambassadorial group at the church and, afterward, at our reception, I was surprised to note that one familiar
figure was missing. Wangenheim, Austria's ally, was not present. This somewhat puzzled me at the time, but afterward I had
the explanation from Wangenheim's own lips. He had left some days before for Berlin. The Kaiser had summoned him to an
imperial council, which met on July 5th, and which decided to plunge Europe into war.
CHAPTER IV
GERMANY MOBILIZES THE TURKISH ARMY
In reading the August newspapers, which described the mobilizations in Europe, I was particularly struck with the emphasis
which they laid upon the splendid spirit that was overnight changing the civilian populations into armies. At that time Turkey
had not entered. the war and her political leaders were loudly protesting their intention of maintaining a strict neutrality.
Despite these pacific statements, the occurrences in Constantinople were almost as warlike as those that were taking place in
the European capitals. Though Turkey was at peace, her army was mobilizing, merely, we were told, as a precautionary
measure. Yet the daily scenes which I witnessed in Constantinople bore few resemblances to those which were agitating
every city of Europe. The martial patriotism of men, and the sublime patience and sacrifice of women, may sometimes give
war an heroic aspect, but in Turkey the prospect was one of general listlessness and misery. Day by day the miscellaneous
Ottoman hordes passed through the streets. Arabs, bootless and shoeless, dressed in their most gaily coloured garments, with
long linen bags (containing the required five days' rations) thrown over their shoulders, shambling in their gait and bewildered
in their manner, touched shoulders with equally dispirited Bedouins, evidently suddenly snatched from the desert.
A motley aggregation of Turks, Circassians, Greeks, Kurds, Armenians, and Jews, showing signs of having been summarily
taken from their farms and shops, constantly jostled one another. Most were ragged and many looked half-starved;
everything about them suggested hopelessness and a cattle-like submission to a fate which they knew that they could not
avoid. There was no joy in approaching battle, no feeling that they were sacrificing themselves for a mighty cause; day by day
they passed, the unwilling children of a tatterdemalion empire that was making one last despairing attempt to gird itself for
action.
These wretched marchers little realized what was the power that was dragging them from the four corners of their country.
Even we of the diplomatic group had not then clearly grasped the real situation. We learned afterward that the signal for this
mobilization had not come originally from Enver or Talaat or the Turkish Cabinet, but from the General Staff in Berlin and its
representatives in Constantinople. Liman von Sanders and Bronssart were really directing the complicated operation. There
were unmistakable signs of German activity. As soon as the German armies crossed the Rhine, work was begun on a
mammoth wireless station a few miles outside of Constantinople. The materials all came from Germany by way of Rumania,
and the skilled mechanics, industriously working from daybreak to sunset, were unmistakably Germans. Of course, the
neutrality laws would have prohibited the construction of a wireless station for a belligerent in a neutral country like Turkey; it
was therefore officially announced that a German company was building this heaven-pointing structure for the Turkish
Government and on the Sultan's own property. But this story deceived no one. Wangenheim, the German Ambassador,
spoke of it freely and constantly as a German enterprise.
"Have you seen our wireless yet?" he would ask me. "Come on, let's ride up there and look it over."
He proudly told me that it was the most powerful in the world---powerful enough to catch all messages sent from the Eiffel
Tower in Paris! He said that it would put him in constant communication with Berlin. So little did he attempt to conceal its
German ownership that several times, when ordinary telegraphic communication was suspended, he offered to let me use it to
send my telegrams.
This wireless plant was an outward symbol of the close though unacknowledged association which then existed between
Turkey and Berlin. It. took some time to finish such an extensive station and in the interim Wangenheim was using the
apparatus on the Corcovado, a German merchant ship which was lying in the Bosphorus opposite the German Embassy. For
practical purposes, Wangenheim had a constant telephone connection with Berlin.
German officers were almost as active as the Turks themselves in this mobilization. They enjoyed it all immensely; indeed they
gave every sign that they were having the time of their lives. Bronssart, Humann, and Lafferts were constantly at Enver's
elbow, advising and directing the operations. German officers were rushing through the streets every day in huge automobiles,
all requisitioned from the civilian population; they filled all the restaurants and amusement places at night, and celebrated their
joy in the situation by consuming large quantities of champagne---also requisitioned. A particularly spectacular and noisy
figure was that of Von der Goltz Pasha. He was constantly making a kind of vice-regal progress through the streets in a huge
and madly dashing automobile, on both sides of which flaring German eagles were painted. A trumpeter on the front seat
would blow loud, defiant blasts as the conveyance rushed along, and woe to any one, Turk or non-Turk, who happened to
get in the way! The Germans made no attempt to conceal their conviction that they owned this town. Just as Wangenheim
had established a little Wilhelmstrasse in his Embassy, so had the German military men established a sub-station of the Berlin
General Staff. They even brought their wives and families from Germany; I heard Baroness Wangenheim remark that she was
holding a little court at the German Embassy.
The Germans, however, were about the only people who were enjoying this proceeding. The requisitioning that accompanied
the mobilization really amounted to a wholesale looting of the civilian population. The Turks took all the horses, mules,
camels, sheep, cows, and other beasts that they could lay their hands on; Enver told me that they had gathered in 150,000
animals. They did it most unintelligently, making no provision for the continuance of the species; thus they would leave only
two cows or two mares in many of the villages. This system of requisitioning, as I shall describe, had the inevitable result of
destroying the nation's agriculture, and ultimately led to the starvation of hundreds of thousands of people. But the Turks, like
the Germans, thought that the war was destined to be a very short one, and that they would quickly recuperate from the
injuries which their methods of supplying an army were causing their peasant population. The Government showed precisely
the same shamelessness and lack of intelligence in the way that they requisitioned materials from merchants and shopmen.
These proceedings amounted to little less than conscious highwaymanship. But practically none of these merchants were
Moslems; most of them were Christians, though there were a few Jews; and the Turkish officials therefore not only provided
the needs of their army and incidentally lined their own pockets, but they found a religious joy in pillaging the infidel
establishments. They would enter a retail shop, take practically all the merchandise on the shelves, and give merely a piece of
paper in acknowledgment. As the Government had never paid for the supplies which it had taken in the Italian and Balkan
wars, the merchants hardly expected that they would ever receive anything for these latest requisitions. Afterward many who
understood officialdom, and were politically influential, did recover to the extent of 70 per cent what became of the remaining
30 per cent. is not a secret to those who have had experience with Turkish bureaucrats.
Thus for most of the population requisitioning simply meant financial ruin. That the process was merely pillaging is shown by
many of the materials which the army took, ostensibly for the use of the soldiers. Thus the officers seized all the mohair they
could find; on occasion they even carried off women's silk stockings, corsets, and baby's slippers, and I heard of one case in
which they reinforced the Turkish commissary with caviar and other delicacies. They demanded blankets from one merchant
who was a dealer in women's underwear; because he had no such stock, they seized what he had, and he afterward saw his
appropriated goods reposing in rival establishments. The Turks did the same thing in many other cases. The prevailing system
was to take movable property wherever available and convert it into cash; where the money ultimately went I do not know,
but that many private fortunes were made I have little doubt. I told Enver that this ruthless method of mobilizing and
requisitioning was destroying his country. Misery and starvation soon began to afflict the land. Out of a 4,000,000 adult male
population more than 1,500,000 were ultimately enlisted and so about a million families were left without breadwinners, all of
them in a condition of extreme destitution. The Turkish Government paid its soldiers 25 cents a month, and gave the families a
separation allowance of $1.20 a month. As a result thousands were dying from lack of food and many more were enfeebled
by malnutrition; I believe that the empire has lost a quarter of its Turkish population since the war started. I asked Enver why
he permitted his people to be destroyed in this way. But sufferings like these did not distress him. He was much impressed by
his success in raising a large army with practically no money ---something, he boasted, which no other nation had ever done
before. In order to accomplish this, Enver had issued orders which stigmatized the evasion of military service as desertion and
therefore punishable with the death penalty. He also adopted a scheme by which any Ottoman could obtain exemption by the
payment of about $190. Still Enver regarded his accomplishment as a notable one. It was really his first taste of unlimited
power and he enjoyed the experience greatly.
That the Germans directed this mobilization is not a matter of opinion but of proof. I need only mention that the Germans
were requisitioning materials in their own name for their own uses. I have a photographic copy of such a requisition made by
Humann, the German naval attach?, for a shipload of oil cake. This document is dated September 29, 1914. "The lot by the
steamship Derindje which you mentioned in your letter of the 26th," this paper reads, "has been requisitioned by me for the
German Government." This clearly shows that, a month before Turkey had entered the war, Germany was really exercising
the powers of sovereignty at Constantinople.
CHAPTER V
WANGENHEIM SMUGGLES THE "GOEBEN" AND THE "BRESLAU" THROUGH THE DARDANELLES
On August 10th, I went out on a little launch to meet the Sicilia, a small Italian ship which had just arrived from Venice. I was
especially interested in this vessel because she was bringing to Constantinople my son-in-law and daughter, Mr. and Mrs.
Maurice Wertheim, and their three little daughters. The greeting proved even more interesting than I had expected. I found
the passengers considerably excited, for they had witnessed, the day before, a naval engagement in the Ionian Sea.
"We were lunching yesterday on deck," my daughter told me, "when I saw two strange-looking vessels just above the
horizon. I ran for the glasses and made out two large battleships, the first one with two queer, exotic-looking towers and the
other one quite an ordinary-looking battleship. We watched and saw another ship coming up behind them and going very
fast. She came nearer and nearer and then we heard guns booming. Pillars of water sprang up in the air and there were many
little puffs of white smoke. It took me some time to realize what it was all about, and then it burst upon me that we were
actually witnessing an engagement. The ships continually shifted their position but went on and on. The two big ones turned
and rushed furiously for the little one, and then apparently they changed their minds and turned back. Then the little one
turned around and calmly steamed in our direction. At first I was somewhat alarmed at this, but nothing happened. She
circled around us with her tars excited and grinning and somewhat grimy. They signalled to our captain many questions, and
then turned and finally disappeared. The captain told us that the two big ships were Germans which had been caught in the
Mediterranean and which were trying to escape from the British fleet. He said that the British ships are chasing them all over
the Mediterranean, and that the German ships are trying to get into Constantinople. Have you seen anything of them? Where
do you suppose the British fleet is? "
A few hours afterward I happened to meet Wangenheim. When I told him what Mrs. Wertheim had seen, he displayed an
agitated interest. Immediately after lunch he called at the American Embassy with Pallavicini, the Austrian Ambassador, and
asked for an interview with my daughter. The two ambassadors solemnly planted themselves in chairs before Mrs. Wertheim
and subjected her to a most minute, though very polite, cross examination. "I never felt so important in my life," she afterward
told me. They would not permit her to leave out a single detail; they wished to know how many shots had been fired, what
direction the German ships had taken, what everybody on board had said, and so on. The visit seemed to give these allied
ambassadors immense relief and satisfaction, for they left the house in an almost jubilant mood, behaving as though a great
weight had been taken off their minds. And certainly they had good reason for their elation. My daughter had been the means
of giving them the news which they had desired to hear above everything else-that the Goeben and the Breslau had escaped
the British fleet and were then steaming rapidly in the direction of the Dardanelles.
For it was those famous German ships, the Goeben and the Breslau, which my daughter had seen engaged in battle with a
British scout ship!
The next day official business called me to the German Embassy. But Wangenheim's animated manner soon disclosed that he
had no interest in routine matters. Never had I seen him so nervous and so excited. He could not rest in his chair more than a
few minutes at a time; he was constantly jumping up, rushing to the window and looking anxiously out toward the Bosphorus,
where his private wireless station, the Corcovado, lay about three quarters of a mile away. Wangenheim's face was flushed
and his eyes were shining; he would stride up and down the room, speaking now of a recent German victory, now giving me
a little forecast of Germany's plans---and then he would stalk to the window again for another look at the Corcovado.
"Something is seriously distracting you," I said, rising. "I will go and come again some other time."
"No. not" the Ambassador almost shouted. "I want you to stay right where you are. This will be a great day for Germany! If
you will only remain for a few minutes you will hear a great piece of news---something that has the utmost bearing upon
Turkey's relation to the war."
Then he rushed out on the portico and leaned over the balustrade. At the same moment I saw a little launch put out from the
Corcovado toward the Ambassador's dock. Wangenheim hurried down, seized an envelope from one of the sailors, and a
moment afterward burst into the room again.
"We've got them!" he shouted to me.
"Got what?" I asked.
"The Goeben and the Breslau have passed through the Dardanelles!"
He was waving the wireless message with all the enthusiasm of a college boy whose football team has won a victory.
Then, momentarily checking his enthusiasm, he came up to me solemnly, humorously shook his forefinger, lifted his eyebrows,
and said, "Of course, you understand that we have sold those ships to Turkey!
"And Admiral Souchon," he added with another wink, "will enter the Sultan's service!"
Wangenheim had more than patriotic reasons for this exultation; the arrival of these ships was the greatest day in his
diplomatic career. It was really the first diplomatic victory which Germany had won. For years the chancellorship of the
empire had been Wangenheim's laudable ambition, and he behaved now like a man who saw his prize within his grasp. The
voyage of the Goeben and the Breslau was his personal triumph; he had arranged with the Turkish Cabinet for their passage
through the Dardanelles, and he had directed their movements by wireless in the Mediterranean. By safely getting the Goeben
and the Breslau into Constantinople, Wangenheim had definitely clinched Turkey as Germany's ally. All his intrigues and
plottings for three years had now finally succeeded.
I doubt if any two ships have exercised a greater influence upon history than these two German cruisers. Few of us at that
time realized their great importance, but subsequent developments have fully justified Wangenheim's exuberant satisfaction.
The Goeben was a powerful battle cruiser of recent construction; the Breslau was not so large a ship, but she, like the
Goeben, had the excessive speed that made her extremely serviceable in those waters. These ships had spent the few months
preceding the war cruising in the Mediterranean, and when the declaration finally came they were taking on supplies at
Messina. I have always regarded it as more than a coincidence that these two vessels, both of them having a greater speed
than any French or English ships in the Mediterranean, should have been lying not far from Turkey when war broke out. The
selection of the Goeben was particularly fortunate, as she had twice before visited Constantinople and her officers and men
knew the Dardanelles perfectly. The behaviour of these crews, when the news of war was received, indicated the spirit with
which the German navy began hostilities; the men broke into singing and shouting, lifted their Admiral upon their shoulders,
and held a real German jollification. It is said that Admiral Souchon preserved, as a touching souvenir of this occasion, his
white uniform bearing the finger prints of his grimy sailors!
For all their joy at the prospect of battle, the situation of these ships was still a precarious one. They formed no match for the
large British and French naval forces which were roaming through the Mediterranean. The Goeben and the Breslau were far
from their native bases; with the coaling problem such an acute one, and with England in possession of all important stations,
where could they flee for safety? Several Italian destroyers were circling around the German ships at Messina, enforcing
neutrality and occasionally reminding them that they could remain in port only twenty-four hours. England had ships stationed
at the Gulf of Otranto, the head of the Adriatic, to cut them off in case they sought to escape into the Austrian port of Pola.
The British navy also stood guard at Gibraltar and Suez, the only other exits that apparently offered the possibility of escape.
There was only one other place in which the Goeben and the Breslau might find a safe and friendly reception. That was
Constantinople. Apparently the British navy dismissed this as an impossibility. At that time, early in August, international law
had not entirely disappeared as the guiding conduct of nations. Turkey was then a neutral country, and, despite the many
evidences of German domination, she seemed likely to maintain her neutrality. The Treaty of Paris, which was signed in 1856,
as well as the Treaty of London, signed in 1871, provided that war ships should not use the Dardanelles except by the special
permission of the Sultan, which could be granted only in times of peace. In practice the government had seldom given this
permission except for ceremonial occasions. Under the existing conditions it would have amounted virtually to an unfriendly
act for the Sultan to have removed the ban against war vessels in the Dardanelles, and to permit the Goeben and the Breslau
to remain in Turkish waters for more than twenty-four hours would have been nothing less than a declaration of war. It is
perhaps not surprising that the British, in the early days of August, 1914, when Germany had not completely made clear her
official opinion that "international law had ceased to exist," regarded these treaty stipulations as barring the German ships from
the Dardanelles and Constantinople. Relying upon the sanctity of these international regulations, the British navy had shut off
every point through which these German ships could have escaped to safety---except the entrance to the Dardanelles. Had
England, immediately on the declaration of war, rushed a powerful squadron to this vital spot, how different the history of the
last three years might have been!
"His Majesty expects the Goeben and the Breslau to succeed in breaking through!" Such was the, wireless that reached
these vessels at Messina at five o'clock on the evening of August 4th. The twenty-four hours' stay permitted by the Italian
Government had nearly expired. Outside, in the Strait of Otranto, lay the force of British battle cruisers, sending false radio
messages to the Germans, instructing them to rush for Pola. With bands playing and flags flying, the officers and crews having
had their spirits fired by oratory and drink, the two vessels started at full speed toward the awaiting British fleet. The little
Gloucester, a scout boat, kept in touch, wiring constantly the German movements to the main squadron. Suddenly, when off
Cape Spartivento, the Goeben and the Breslau let off into the atmosphere all the discordant vibrations which their wireless
could command, jamming the air with such a hullabaloo that the Gloucester was unable to send any intelligible messages.
Then the German cruisers turned southward and made for the Aegean Sea. The plucky little Gloucester kept close on their
heels, and, as my daughter had related, once had even audaciously offered battle. A few hours behind the British squadron
pursued, but uselessly, for the German ships, though far less powerful in battle, were much speedier. Even then the British
admiral probably thought that he had spoiled the German plans. The German ships might get first to the Dardanelles, but at
that point stood international law across the path, barring the entrance.
Meanwhile Wangenheim had accomplished his great diplomatic success. From the Corcovado wireless station in the
Bosphorus he was sending the most agreeable news to Admiral Souchon. He was telling him to hoist the Turkish flag when he
reached the Strait, for Admiral Souchon's cruisers had suddenly become parts of the Turkish navy, and, therefore, the usual
international prohibitions did not apply. These cruisers were no longer the Goeben and the Breslau, for, like an oriental
magician, Wangenheim had suddenly changed them into the Sultan Selim and the Medilli. The fact was that the German
Ambassador had cleverly taken advantage of the existing situation to manufacture a "sale." As I have already told, Turkey
had two dreadnaughts under construction in England when the war broke out. These ships were not exclusively governmental
enterprises; their purchase represented what, on the surface, appeared to be a popular enthusiasm of the Turkish people.
They were to be the agencies through which Turkey was to attack Greece and win back the islands of the Aegean, and the
Turkish people had raised the money to build them by a so-called popular subscription. Agents had gone from house to
house, painfully collecting- these small sums of money; there had been entertainments and fairs, and, in their eagerness for the
cause, Turkish women had sold their hair for the benefit of the common fund. These two vessels thus represented a
spectacular outburst of patriotism that was unusual in Turkey, so unusual, indeed, that many detected signs that the
Government had stimulated it. At the very moment when the war began, Turkey had made her last payment to the English
shipyards and the Turkish crews had arrived in England prepared to take the finished vessels home. Then, a few days before
the time set to deliver them, the British Government stepped in and commandeered these dreadnaughts for the British navy.
There is not the slightest question that England had not only a legal but a moral right to do this; there is also no question that
her action was a proper one, and that, had she been dealing with almost any other nation, such a proceeding would not have
aroused any resentment. But the Turkish people cared nothing for distinctions of this sort; all they saw was that they had two
ships in England, which they had greatly strained their resources to purchase, and that England had now stepped in and taken
them. Even without external pressure they would have resented the act, but external pressure was exerted in plenty. The
transaction gave Wangenheim the greatest opportunity of his life. Violent attacks upon England, all emanating from the
German Embassy, began to fill the Turkish press. Wangenheim was constantly discoursing to the Turkish leaders on English
perfidy and he now suggested that Germany, Turkey's good friend, was prepared to make compensation for England's
"unlawful" seizure. He suggested that Turkey go through the form of "purchasing" the Goeben and the Breslau, which were
then wandering around the Mediterranean, perhaps in anticipation of this very contingency, and incorporate them in the
Turkish navy in place of the appropriated ships in England. The very day that these vessels passed through the Dardanelles,
the Ikdam, a Turkish newspaper published in Constantinople, had a triumphant account of this "sale," with big headlines
calling it a great success for the Imperial Government."