Fuehrer as Father

In the Wilhelmstrasse sidewalks outside Adolf Hitler's gadget-ridden Chancellery are a number of vast covered pits. From four of them slabs of cement rise and part, and out push anti-aircraft guns. One other is a huge elevator which swallows into the Chancellery's great catacombs anything from a bicycle to a ten-ton tank. Every evening last week, as dusk rubbed out the building's heroic contours, a bus drove up on the sidewalk and disappeared into the ground.

Three levels below the surface, far from the biggest bomb's reach, the occupants stepped or were carried out. They were expectant mothers, taking shelter from R. A. F. raids in Adolf Hitler's personal maternity ward. These chambers where potential life could defy potential death were planned with fondest care by the Fuehrer. They consisted of large, air-conditioned dormitories with neat rows of white beds; electric kitchens; an operating room with the latest obstetrical equipment. Night and day nurses of the Nazi Welfare Organization stood by under the orders of five physicians. Before birth occurred, Berlin women were permitted a 24-hour lying-in period in the Fuehrer's shelter.

Down there early one morning last week, while the crump of bombs and report of Flak roared above ground in the R. A. F.'s longest attack of the war, two little future soldiers were brought squalling into the world. Next morning Adolf Hitler tenderly blessed the infants, and declared that for every baby born in his underground hospital during a raid he would be godfather.

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