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    Extracts from 'Der Pimpf' [Hitlerjugend Magazine]







    ......Der Pimpf was a monthly periodical for young boys in the Hilter Youth, originally it was titled Morgen,but in April 1937 it was changed to the Der Pimpf. Mostly it portrayed a sense of adventure & also covered ideological material.

    ......The following is a fictional story written with a message of overcoming challenges.
    Karsten's Wild Ride

    by Karlh. Holzhausen

    You say that one hears too little about the Pimpfs in the countryside. True, they don't have much time to talk about themselves, as they are now in the middle of the harvest season. You should know that it is not easy to lead a troop that covers many small villages. Nevertheless, they are doing their duty in the villages just as well as in the cities. Above all, the community in which the Pimpfs and the village live is strong and has its laws. Read about them here.

    As Farmer Brinkmann opened his garden gate, all the slats fell off. Brinkmann looked things over, and discovered that someone had pulled out all the nails and laid them neatly on a piece of paper. The someone had removed exactly 26 nails.

    "The Devil," grumbled Brinkmann and fetched his hammer. As he hammered the slats back on, he thought about who would do such a thing to him.

    Four days later there was a big sign on the garden gate: "Beware of the dog!"

    The villagers laughed, since everyone knew that Brinkmann couldn't stand dogs.

    Three days later, after Brinkmann had moved the sign to his barn, a scarecrow appeared in the middle of his yard between two trees. It reached its thin arms threateningly to the window of the room across from it. That was the viewpoint of Mrs. Brinkmann. She passed every spare moment she had there and kept a careful eye on everything that happened on the village street. She was the first to see the scarecrow. She screamed, and found that there was a piece of paper around the scarecrow's thin neck.

    "I know everything and even more," it said in rough letters, and the face in fact did bear some resemblance to Mrs. Brinkmann's.

    "That's enough!" Brinkmann said as he pounded on the table. He kept watch every night. And two days later he caught the culprit. Unfortunately, he only got a tattered scarf while the perpetrator leaped over the fence and got away.

    "Well, well!" said Brinkmann as he looked at the scarf. It came from a brown shirt.

    "That's what I thought. It's one of the Pimpfs," Mrs. Brinkmann said. She didn't stop talking until the whole village knew that "the Pimpfs" had done it.

    But they didn't seem to know anything about it. They held their gatherings each week at the sports field and the village hall. They marched through the village singing, lead by the troop leader Hannes Wilk. Mr. Brinkmann was standing by the gate as he walked past, with fire in his eyes. He knew Hannes Wilk was a good lad, and waited a few days before he told the boy about the trouble. Hannes knew nothing about it.

    "It's only a stupid prank, but I want to know who did it," Brinkmann said.

    Hannes said he'd look into it. He asked his troop: "Who is responsible for the nonsense at the Brinkmanns?"

    The Pimpfs grinned, since they had heard of it, but felt completely innocent. It wasn't funny for Hannes. He had 32 Pimpfs in the village, and one of them had to know. He asked again. No one confessed.

    The village turned against the Pimpfs. Soon everyone knew that the Pimpfs were troublemakers who weren't willing to admit it. (Mrs. Brinkmann had seen to that). People seemed to have agreed to ignore the lads. When the boys marched passed, the no longer looked or stopped working for a moment to watch. When the Pimpfs came by once a month to collect recyclable material, people wordlessly gave it to them, but no longer gave them an apple or a pear.

    A farmer told Hannes: "Once I hung a door on someone's house. Rather obnoxious of me. The door fell apart. I slunk around for three days and was afraid of being punished. I confessed and took my punishment. Then it was OK and all was back to normal. But you don't seem to do things that way..." The farmer puffed from his pipe and tipped his hat.

    The troop laughed for a week about the people in the village, then it began to bother them. The lads came to Hannes and said things couldn't go on like that. They hardly seemed to be part of the village any more.

    "It's our own fault," Hannes replied.

    "Hey, one of us did something stupid, and not as a Pimpf, and we're all being held responsible for it," Ulrich said.

    "That's not the problem, You are Pimpfs all the time to the farmers. They expect you to be good lads even when not engaged in troop activities. No one expects us to be perfect just because we are Pimpfs. But we can't be cowards afraid of punishment," Hannes said.

    Klaus shouted: "We'll beat up whoever did it!"

    "We have to win back people's respect," Hannes said. "I think we should organize a parents' evening."

    "A great idea," some Pimpfs shouted.

    "Yeah, but no one will come and we'll sit in an empty room," Karl August grumbled.

    "They will come! We will announce that the Pimpf who did the stuff to the Brinkmanns will confess," Hannes said.

    "Do you know who it is?", Ulrich asked.

    "Makes no difference. Someone will confess."

    Hannes was sure. He began working with his subordinates on the program. This was going to be a big event!

    "OK, we have to get the film about our last summer camp. It will be the high point of the evening," Hannes Wilk said.

    The program was sent to the regional office, and was approved with a few changes. The troop practiced hard. They didn't tell anyone what would happen, not even their parents. They were happy to hear from the regional office that the film would probably be finished by then, if nothing happened. They needed a film projector. That they could get from the school. Hannes had already spoken to the teacher.

    The date was scheduled after the harvest was mostly over. The troop got to work advertising. They made big posters on bright paper that announced the film would be shown for the first time in big letters, and also that the "culprit" who had pulled the pranks on the Brinkmanns would confess. Invitations were delivered to every house, and on the day of the event the troop reminded their parents by marching down the village street.

    The excellent advertising had to work.. Although it rained in torrents during the afternoon, the hall filled anyway. But the mood was grim behind the curtain. The film had not come! That would be a problem.

    The mailman came late because the rain made the roads muddy and one could hardly get through on a bicycle. Worst of all, he didn't bring the film.

    "What a mess," Hannes said. The whole evening would be ruined. People would think the Pimpfs had pulled another prank on them. Hannes made a telephone call to the regional office. The film had been mailed yesterday evening, and should be there by now. But it wasn't! Perhaps it had come with the evening train and was at the station in the neighboring village? Hannes gave a call.

    It was there! But how to fetch it? The roads were impassable. No way to get there.

    "I will get the film," said Karsten Taube.

    "How? You can't get there on your bike," said Hannes.

    "I'll do it. Don't worry about how. You can depend on me," Karsten replied, and looked so sure that Hannes said OK.

    "You have to be back by 9 p.m. The rest of the program will last until then. At 9:10, the one who pulled the pranks on the Brinkmanns will confess, and the film has to start after that. You have a little over an hour."

    "OK," said Karsten, as he pulled up his collar and headed into the streaming rain. He leaped over the puddles and little streams and was soon home. First he asked his father: "Can I ride the brown horse to the railway station? Our film is there, and one can't get there with a bike."

    "In this rain? Are you crazy?"

    "If we don't get the film, our whole Pimpf evening will be ruined. You can imagine what will happen."

    His father looked out the window and thought a moment. ""OK, but clean the horse up when you get back."

    "Thanks," Karsten said, and dashed to the barn to get the horse ready.

    "This is serious," he said as he patted the horse on its neck. Karsten had ridden him often, since he was smaller than the other horses.

    Karsten galloped down the watery village street. Those who saw the Pimpf shook their heads.

    Karsten let "Max" trot to the top of the hill, then galloped down through the woods and past the carp pond. The rain covered the countryside like a thick fog. Karsten didn't see the station until he was right in front of it.. It was 8:20! It took forever to find the package with the film. Then Karsten had to sign for it. Finally he could ride off. He could not go as fast now. Max kept slowing down as his hooves sunk into the mud.

    Karsten drove the horse on. He kept looking at his watch. It was almost 9:00, and he still wasn't at the top of the hill. He had promised Hannes that he would be on time. He had to live up to his word! He had to be on time!

    He rode down at a gallop into the village, tied the horse outside the door of the hall, and jumped down. The Viking Song was finishing up. Karsten stumbled into the hall and ran to Hannes, who was up by the stage.

    "Have you got it? Give it to me! This is great!" Hannes took the package, gave it to a Pimpf, and told him to take it up to the teacher.

    "Karsten, you did a great job!", Hannes said. He put his arm around his shoulder. Water was streaming from him. There wasn't a dry thread on his body. He had mud all over him.

    "Hey, did the Brinkmann prankster confess yet,?" Karsten asked.

    "No, but Fritze is making the announcement..."

    "Do you know who did it?," Karsten wanted to know.

    "No idea, the coward...", Hannes said.

    "Listen...," Karsten said.

    Hannes kept talking. "Ulrich is going to confess. That will give him a lot of trouble at home."

    "Well, it was me," Karsten stammered. "I'd better step up to the stage, yes?"

    "Stop that nonsense," Hannes said as he tried to hold back the Pimpf. But the small lad was already up on the stage and stepped in front of the curtain. Fritze had just announced that the "culprit" who had pulled the pranks on the Brinkmanns would confess. Ulrich was ready to step forward. Karsten was already there.

    Boos greeted Karsten, who didn't know what to say. He was still dripping water and his hair was hanging in his face. Hannes was standing next to him. "People want to know why you did it," he asked.

    Karsten was still silent.

    "Say something," Hannes insisted.

    Karsten burst out: "Because — because — Mrs. Brinkmann is always spreading dirt around the village!"

    There was a moment of silence. Then the hall filled with laughter. Everyone on the village knew that Mrs. Brinkmann was a "walking newspaper," though people hadn't taken her seriously before.

    "Bravo — Great!," the Pimpfs yelled.

    A fanfare interrupted the noise. Hannes introduced the film, and mentioned that Karsten had fetched it with a wild ride to the train station. The hall darkened. People applauded. Now they saw the three wonderful weeks the Pimpfs had had at summer camp, and were especially pleased when they saw the boys from their village. A number of parents decided their boys would go to the camp next summer.

    Pimpf Karsten however went back to the stall in the family barn to wash the brown horse and shine his coat. He met his father. With his growling voice he said:

    "If you do something like that with the Brinkmanns again, you'll get it. But otherwise, well done."

    Karsten was naturally happy with the praise, and stroked the back of the horse.

    The troop is in good shape again. Karsten too.
    "Let your love towards life, be love towards your highest hope:
    and let your highest hope be the highest idea of life."
    ~Friedrich Nietzsche~

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    ........an article from the last edition of Der Pimpf.
    The Faith of the Youth
    Is the Foundation of Victory.
    20 July 1944 is the tenth anniversary of the existence of the SS as an independent organization of the NSDAP. Our SS divisions stand in unshakable, heroic struggle on all fronts. SS men face the enemy as they have always faced the enemy. Believing in Germany and the Führer, they will master fate. The SS remains what it always was: The Führer's dependable, sacrificial fighting troop.
    This war has not ignored the youth, They stand in the front lines. They work confidently at home and fight with determination at the front. Faith in Germany lives and glows in their passionate hearts. A new type of soldier is developing from the conduct of these youths: the SS man as an armed soldier and fanatical defender of the National Socialist spirit. His highest honor is to win and die for the Führer's idea. Silver runes on a black collar are the symbols of these fighters, the model of a new concept of honor instituted by the Führer as he gave his SS men this motto:

    "My honor is loyalty."
    The divisions of the Waffen SS stood and stand at the critical points of bitter battles. They defended against the hordes from the steppes, fought with bold determination at the critical moments of this war, and won because their faith was greater and their will was harder.

    Once men put on the steel helmet with enthusiasm. The virtue of their generation was readiness. The battle for the fatherland formed them, and they learned obedience in a hard school. Obedience made them great. Their fighting community was unbreakable. Loyalty and camaraderie bound leader and follower. The National Socialist idea determined their lives and actions.

    The youth of our people were weighed in the balance and not found wanting. They are an active army of the homeland. Faith, readiness and loyalty are their virtues. Through them the youth fulfill their voluntary duties under the terror of bombs and they aim their weapons against murderous Anglo-American squadrons.

    Faith, readiness and loyalty are also the virtues of the men with the runes, those troops of whom the Führer said that they have always been models of the bravery and hardness in war, displaying the obedience and bravery that they pledged in peace.

    The youth and the Waffen-SS feel closely bound to each other. The older comrades and youth leaders are in the SS regiments defending against the onslaughts of the enemy, a selection of the best of the nation. With pride the younger lads look to the deeds of the SS Panzer Division "Hitler Jugend," which carries a name that obligates. The idea of the National Socialist youth community was born in the battle for Germany. Today, amidst the worldwide struggle for Europe and its immortal culture, it finds its highest meaning and fulfillment.

    The Waffen-SS also calls to the youth of Europe. Shoulder to shoulder with Germany's soldiers, these youth bear the runes for the freedom of our part of the world from Bolshevist and plutocratic "blessings." The organizing will of Europe's youth is for the first time united in an idea. The best of its youth are ready to sacrifice their lives for it.

    The graves of the fallen that line the paths the SS divisions have gone are silent witnesses of the selfless readiness and the military spirit of the youth. Young hearts carry on the faith and spirit of these immoral battalions. The idealism and voluntary readiness that live in the youth are a monument to the brave men of the La Bassée Canal, of Belgrade, of the Klidi Pass, of Kistininki, Demjansk, Taganrog, Kharkov, Narva, Tscherkassy and Caen. It will be the foundation of victory.
    "Let your love towards life, be love towards your highest hope:
    and let your highest hope be the highest idea of life."
    ~Friedrich Nietzsche~

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