Identifier: humourofgermany00mlrich (find matches)
Title: The humour of Germany;
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Müller-Casenov, Hans Brock, C. E. (Charles Edmund), 1870-1938
Subjects: German wit and humor
Publisher: London, The Walter Scott publishing co., ltd New York, C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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Give it to me, he said, taking the whip out of my hand; Ill have a talk with him. The way Gustav talked to him seemed to make adecided impression upon the steed, for before I knew it hestarted in a canter, so that I was obliged to seize the reinsconvulsively in both hands. My hat, I shrieked, for I felt that the cocked hat wasparting company with my head in a graceful curve. It wasnot until I was out on the street that I succeeded in quietingthe excited nag. Dear me, this—is—a—malicious beast! I called outbreathless to Gustav, who was running after us with the hatand whip. Hes only a bit ticklish, he replied consolingly. I replaced the cocked hat upon the spot assigned to it.Gustav turned to go. I passed along the quiet streets with my vehicle on theway to the Schlesische Bahnhof. I now had time to 394 GERMAN HUMOUR. examine my steed more closely. He was white, with atinge of yellow, corresponding to the colour a white beardassumes if its owner frequently moistens it with beer.
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i^.E: THE WAV GUSTAV TALKED TO HIM SEEMED TO MAKE A DECIDEDIMPRESSION UPON THE STEED. So we reached the Schlesische Bahnhof, where I joinedthe row of waiting cabs. I had now reached my first station, and I sat upon my THE SECOND-CLASS CAB-DRIVER. 395 box with attentive ears, so that no word of the conversationof my new colleagues should escape me. For the present there was little hope of accomplishing mypurpose, for the only thing I heard was a grand snoring-chorus—the assembled drivers were making up for theirinterrupted mornings sleep. I tried to reason myself into the belief that the situationwas very original and interesting, but the thought of myorphaned bed at home, and its discarded warmth and softness,would not be banished, and all at once the consciousnessthat I was cold and hungry and bored beyond endurancewas borne in upon me with unrelenting sternness. A vender of small sausages appeared upon the scene, and,although under ordinary circumstances the possibility ofhorse-me

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