It would be different after the Crash of 1929 in the United States and the Civil War of 1934 in Austria. In the face of the victory of the Christian Democrats, Fritz seized more control over Pauline. As he saw it, and for her sake, it was a matter of survival, as the Social Democratic movement became illegal and most socialists were driven into exile. It became the roughest time for Pauline, as she was forced to adjust.
The Obdachlosenhein only closed its doors for a short while. When it reopened under a Christian banner, the services they offered remained basically the same. For a small fee men still had a choice of a bed in dormitories on the upper four stories or a private chamber with a lockable door, a light bulb, a bed, a small table, a clothes hanger and a mirror. (Hitler never went back there after he left there.) Pauline continued to work in the mess hall and socialize with the men in the reading room and the library. When it first opened, the Viennese press praised the Obdachlosenhein as “fantastical quarters, a paradise on earth” and as a “wonder of elegance and inexpensiveness.” Frederick and Herr Lippert now didn’t show up as often as they once did, though they didn’t actually go into exile like so many other socialist did. Switching allegiance was relatively simple for them, not too difficult since they weren’t Jewish and came from the “right” circles. They had both graduated from the University of Vienna and had studied under Othman Spann, the conservative philosopher, sociologist, and economist, and since the professor was as anti-Socialist as one could get. The only rub Frederick faced was that he’d been a member of Freud’s circle, and to be a member of Freud’s circle and Spann’s circle at the same time would’ve been hard to imagine. It wasn’t easy to do, but Frederick felt that he had to disavow Freud. Just as no man can truly wish to be viewed as weak, and since flip-flopping was considered a weakness, Frederick had to be extremely careful. We can only judge him by what we know because we can’t see inside his heart. The only thing that we can say for sue was that he and Herr Lippert somehow survived a very tumultuous time. We have to leave it at that.
The clashes started in Linz and took place principally in Vienna, Graz, Bruck an der Mur, Judenburg, Wiener Neustadt and Steyr. In Vienna the uprising (also known as the February Uprising or Februarkampfe) lasted only a few days and centered around housing projects and socialist strongholds such as the Gemeindebauten and the Karl-Marx-Hof. But while Frederick, Pauline, and Herr Lippert could’ve easily been directly involved in the fighting, there was no evidence that they were for had they been they probably would’ve been killed or driven into exile. There was the pull Fritz had; there was the pull that the families of Frederick and Herr Lippert had; and they all had a tremendous amount to lose. Pauline’s grandfather had been a Habsburg nobleman, who made his money in a myriad of ways. Some of the ways were legal and some were illegal. He helped endow the university and was very proud of the fact. He sent all three of his daughters to Paris to study. It was no secret that he wanted them to marry Christians, though Pauline’s mother married a rich Jew. And he built a huge country estate, a very quite and peaceful place. Pauline used to go there as a little girl and remembered particularly the horses. Pauline’s grandfather was very much at home in the forest and fields of his estate, and maybe that was why Pauline loved the Vienna woods so much. His lands were extensive, and they were not far from Vienna. There he surrounded himself with the best of everything. There had been a long period of peace and relative stability, so he had an opportunity to build a large entomological collection comprised of insects from around the world, which meant that he traveled everywhere. Pauline often got to sleep in the master bedroom with her oma, with its classy bedside tables and lamps. If it was hard for her after the World War to make the transition from being rich to being relatively poor, it was harder for her because of the memories she had of her grandfather’s estate. She would’ve liked to have gone back there, though she knew that if she did it wouldn’t be the same.
And with her background, it was equally hard for her to be at ease with herself. She couldn’t forget her grandparents, her own parents and others, and how they would never approve of her lifestyle, not just the question of her “immorality” but also her commitment to the Obdachlosenhein, where she came in contact with homeless men every night. There were also those who admired her for it. She could imagine what her parents thought, though she never confirmed it. Yet they had never totally disinherited her and approved of her marriage to Fritz. They were particularly proud of their grandsons and for while, during the war and Fritz’s absence, raised them for her. Those people who somehow found themselves caught between or straddled the political fence were much more likely to have advance information about how the police and the paramilitaries (or Christian Democrats) would react to the Schutzbund barricading themselves in the Gemeindebauten and the Karl-Marx-Hof. It’s hard to say if Pauline had advance information or not, or how she, Frederick and Herr Lippert avoided the fighting. Later it became clear that they couldn’t have without help. Anyway, when the fighting broke out, they weren’t around. In their case, it proved that they weren’t stanch socialists, or else they were cowards. They must’ve known in advance that Chancellor Dollfuss would order the Karl-Marx-Hof shelled with light artillery, endangering the lives of thousands of civilians and destroying many apartments. Since they weren’t there, they avoided the disgrace of surrender.