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					<l>WARREN R. AUSTIN</l>
					<l>VERMONT</l>
					<l>United States Senate</l>
					<l>WASHINGTON, D. C.</l>
					<l>March 12, 1940</l>
					<l>My dear Mother:</l>
					<l>The night before last, Mildred was hostess for Robert Woods Bliss,</l>
					<l>at a dinner in honor of his Imperial Highness, Archduke Otto, (who</l>
					<l>is the Emperor in exile of Austria), and his brother, the Archduke</l>
					<l>Felix.</l>
					<l>Of course, the European protocol was followed and Mildred sat at</l>
					<l>the right of his Imperial Highness, instead of vice versa.</l>
					<l>It happened that Senator Gerry and I had the responsibility of</l>
					<l>entertaining his Imperial Highness after dinner. Of course, others</l>
					<l>joined in from time to time, but we had to stay with him.</l>
					<l>He is an attractive young man about thirty-one years old, who speaks</l>
					<l>rather difficult English, and has an extraordinary amount of knowledge</l>
					<l>of European politics. Having lived in exile nearly all of his life, he</l>
					<l>has wandered about Europe, spending much time in Spain and in Belgium.</l>
					<l>He did the talking, and we listened. He talked until 12:45 before</l>
					<l>somebody woke us up to the fact that everybody else wanted to go home.</l>
					<l>There was quite an issue on the side (unbeknown to us) between Jimmy Dunn,</l>
					<l>who is the Chief of the Protocol in the State Department, and Robert</l>
					<l>Woods Bliss, the host, as to whose duty it was to start home. Mildred</l>
					<l>insisted - and Jimmy Dunn backed her up - that it was her business to</l>
					<l>fix the time of departure. But the host said: &quot;You must not do it; only</l>
					<l>his Imperial Highness can do it.&quot;</l>
					<l>So they sat and sat while his Imperial Highness talked and talked -</l>
					<l>not to them - but to Senator Gerry and me.</l>
					<l>Boiled down to its smallest dimensions, I would say that he is, of course,</l>
					<l>bitterly hostile to Germany and Russia; that he does not expect a peace;</l>
					<l>that he looks forward to terrible destruction and disruption of Europe.</l>
					<l>Though he does not mention it, I think it is perceptible that he hopes</l>
					<l>for such a division of Europe that he may be returned to the throne of</l>
					<l>the Hapsburgs.</l>
					<l>I am told that his brother, the Archduke Felix, was surprisingly witty</l>
					<l>for a man with such a retrorse chin.</l>
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					<l>Mother, ..... 2</l>
					<l>Last night, at the dinner at the Belgian Embassy, I sat beside</l>
					<l>Madame Fotitch, wife of the Minister from Yugoslavia. She was</l>
					<l>from Bothnia when she married, and knew personally the story of</l>
					<l>the Hapsburgs. It was a curious coincidence that I should have</l>
					<l>this light thrown on this Danubian confusion. She did not have</l>
					<l>much respect for the family, and did not express much hope for</l>
					<l>the young Archduke&apos;s aspirations.</l>
					<l>This must be kept strictly confidential, of course.</l>
					<l>Your devoted son,</l>
					<l>Warren</l>
					<l>Mrs. C. G. Austin,</l>
					<l>St. Albans,</l>
					<l>Vermont.</l>
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