A High Honor For Your Daughter

A High Honor For Your Daughter

by

Dr. Anton Polarion

I just bought a copy of the TASCHEN publication of All American Ads Of The 40s. At the height of the war American Locomotive ran the following ad that sounds like wonderful high flown sci-fi. This is amazing stuff and they were serious.

A High Honor For Your Daughter

The Nazis look upon us as a degenerate nation. But they have a great respect for our accomplishments. And, if they win, they may decide that we have something in our blood which they can use in building their master race.

For they are great believers in eugenics, these Nazis. They’re strong for selective breeding.

You they may cast aside and put to some ignominious task, such as scrubbing sidewalks or sweeping the streets. But your daughter…well, if she’s young and healthy and strong, a Gauleiter with an eye for beauty may decide she is a perfect specimen for one of their experimental camps.

A fine honor for your daughter…

Does this seem a story spun in the realm of fantasy? It isn’t. It is now happening, all through Europe. The latest experiment of the victorious Nazis has been to ship Austrian and Hungarian girls to the Northern countries. The result of these unions…unblessed, of course, by matrimony…will not be known for some time. But the Nazis, you must admit, are not above innovation.

Two, three, four, five years from now they may ship American girls to some far corner of the earth…may select your daughter…if you relax, if you fail to do your part now. If you say, hopefully, “It can’t happen here. We can’t lose.”

No, we can’t lose. We can’t afford to. We must not. Else all the terrors, all the degradation, all the misery, and suffering that have been loosed upon Europe will be loosed upon us. We of all people will not escape it. We shall be the chosen…we shall be the elect…in the Nazi scheme of things.

We who have only just begun to win. We who risk the danger of resting on our new won laurels and considering the job done.

This is no time to relax. This is the time…the opportune time…to do all we can to get this war over sooner.

We must measure up to the job!

　

Boy! After that I’d sure as hell want to get the job over sooner. Now, I can understand why the Jews are still looking under their beds for Nazis. You never can tell. The Hydra lives. Thank God for the American Locomotives of this great country to look out for us. Geez! I’m sure glad we didn’t let up and did all we could so we won that one. Now I know why they call it the ‘just’ war.