Office of Strategic Services HEINZ A. HEINZ
Typical Pro-Nazi biography:
Former schoolmates from the Realschule Linz about A.H.:
"I met him," said Herr A. "in 1901, here in the Realschule.
We were 32 boys all told, all from the same class of life.
There was no private school at Linz at that time.
Hitler didn't live in Linz, but just outside, at a place
called Leonding. He ate his midday meal somewhere
roundabouts, and was generally off home in the afternoon,
as soon as school was over. That's how it happened we
didn't see so very much of him, except during school
hours, and playing Indians, when he was always on hand.
We all liked him, at desk and at play. He was no more
hefty than the rest of us, but an enterprising little chap.
He had 'guts'. He wasn't a hot-head but really more
amenable than a good many. He exhibited two
extremes of character which are not often seen
in unison, he was a quiet fanatic. The whole class
acknowledged this boy as the leader.
His favorite lessons were history, geography and
German. The history master was often astonished
at Hitler's aptitude for this study. - Herr Dr. Huemer
was our teacher for German. He always picked on Hitler
for Repeater, that is, something would be read aloud to
us and then one of the boys had to get up and tell it
again in his own words. As a rule Hitler made the repeat
a jolly sight more interesting than the original.
He was good at gym, too. He topped the gym class
as long as he was at school.
Hitler didn't bother very much about what he'd got
to learn, only over what he wanted to learn. When
things were taught which didn't interest him he
read Cooper's Leather Stocking or something of that
sort; subjects which he liked such as history, however,
he followed with close attebtion [sic].
The accounts of battles we played out for ourselves
in our 'Indian' games, down by the Danube meadows.
Hitler loved this sort of thing. He gloried in a scrum,
and always made for the most redoubtable enemy,
when the two would have a first class wrestle.
Hitler got 'all het up' over this.
He was very hot, too, .... about being German ....
p. 28/29, Heinz, Germany's Hitler.
(Still Herr A. on Hitler).
"I saw him again in 1926. I went to his lodging there
(Munich) He was awfully pleased to hear of old Linz
again, and told me not to fail to look him up now and
again. So, I've done so a few times, and always found
him friendly, always the old "Schulkamerad".
p. 29
(Account of another schoolmate, Herr Y.)
"Once, ...... during his school days Hitler stayed for a
little time with an old lady in Linz. This old lady herself
told the tale of how the boy was always buying candles,
and she couldn't make out what it was he did always
to be needing a light at night. She surprised him on one
occasion, and found him doubled up over maps, very busy
doing something to them with colored pencils. She asked:
'Why, Adolf, what on earth do you suppose you are doing?'
and he looked up and smiled and said: ' Studying maps.'
p. 29
Herr Y. showed me quite a treasure, a.little watercolor
he himself had once begun, as a boy at school, and which
Hitler had finished for him. The subject was a picturesque little
mill among the mountains. It was quite obvious where one
artist had left off and the other had taken on. "Hitler was the
best boy in the drawing class," said Herr Y. "he used shades
in painting which never occurred to us, and painted things so
lifelike we were all astonished."
pp. 29/30
Herr Z. on Hitler:
"Sometimes we went after apples together ....like the rest
of the kids hereabouts, but Hitler never began munching his
before everybody else had got one. Otherwise he tossed his
over. Sometimes he'd sit on the churchyard wall, staring up
at the stars. ....." pp. 30/31
Frau Popp, Hitler's landlady in Munich:
"...It was a fine Sunday afternoon in springtime,1912,
when somebody knocked and we went to open the door.
A young man stood there and said he'd like to see the room
we had to let. So I showed it to him.... The young man and
I soon came to terms. He said it would do him all right, and
paid a deposit.
"I remember I went back into the kitchen and told our Peppi
and our Liesl - they were only eleven and seven then - not
to make so much noise, we'd got a new lodger.
Then later I went in again to ask the young man to fill up his
registration particulars. In small, somewhat cramped
handwriting he scribbled "Adolf Hitler, Architekturmuler
aus Wein....
Next morning my Herr Hitler went out and came back again
in no time with an easel he had picked up somewhere, He
began his painting straight away and stuck to his work for
hours. In a couple of days I saw two lovely pictures finished
and lying on the table, one of the Cathedral and the other of
the Theatinerkirche. After that my lodger used to go out
early of a morning with a portfolio under his arm in search
of customers. He generally visited the same set of people
who got interested in his work and sometimes purchased
his sketches.
But he spent a tremendous lot of time, too in the State
Library. He was always getting new books from there.
After he'd spent the lifelong day at his painting and drawing
and what all, he'd often and often sit up all night over these
books. I had a look, too, what sort they were, - all political
stuff and that and how to go on in Parliament. I couldn't
make it out a bit what he had to do with such things, and
why he bothered his head over them.
At the beginning, he used to go out to eat in some restaurant
or other. Then, after a week or two, be bagn [sic] bringing
home a bit of sausage for dinner or a Nuss-Zopf (small white
loaf). I supposed he had a bit of money put by somewhere. I
know he must have pinched and scraped all that first year he
was with us, and often got up hungry from table. He was very
well behaved and never thought of coming into my kitchen
when he wanted a drop of water for his tea without knocking.
I'd holler, 'Come in!' and he'd open the door and say, 'Do you
mind?' polite as anything.
Of course, we said he was to come right in and sit down.
The [sic] he'd ask permission to make his tea. We said he
didn't need to make any fuss, he was always welcome any
time, but he was always like that. I never in my life knew
such a good-mannered young man!
My husband was sorry for him having to stint himself so
hard, and more than once asked him to sit down and have
a bite with us. But he never would, he never did. I liked
that in him very much.
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Hitler Source Book
Germany's Hitler
by Heinz Heinz
(Part 1 of 5)
Germany's Hitler
London, Hurst & Blackett, Ltd. 1934; pp. 288