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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charges. Can you give me some paper, I said, to wrap themup in ? The sausage-man looked at me in surprise. Bless mybuttons, he said,— paper ? I perceived that I was betraying myself. So I turnedquickly away, and seeing the policeman at that moment, Ihanded him my check. Then I scrambled up on the boxonce more, and devoured the sausages. I thereupon movedinto a corner of the box, wrapped myself up close in mymantle, and fell asleep. A tremendous uproar awoke me.The train had arrived; the cabs from the right and left wereset in rattling motion; in the portico stood a man bellowing, One thousand two hundred and thirty-two, at the top ofhis voice. He seemed to have been occupied in this wayfor some time, for his face was purple with the exertion. Very good, I said, smiling to myself; there is apassenger who cant find his cab; probably it will come toan altercation between him and the driver, and some of themost characteristic of Berlin phrases and expressions will 396 GERMAN HUMOUR. 1%S
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m THE PORTICO STOOD A MAN BELLOWING, ONE THOUSAND TWOHUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO ! THE SECOND-CLASS CAB-DRIVER. 397 come to light. Novelist, prick up your ears; dont let any-thing escape you. One thousand two hundred and thirty-two ! called outthe man once more. I looked at him closely; he seemed tobe a travelling merchant; a medley of trunks, bandboxes,and travelling-bags were lying about him on the ground. I looked about me smiling. One thousand two hundredand thirty-two seems to be sleeping as sweetly as need be, Isaid to myself. At that moment a voice struck my ear : Twelve thirty-two—whats the matter, old noodle-head ? Are you sittingon your ears ? Quick as a flash I turned around. One of the small boysthat hang around stations to help passengers find their cabshad pulled open the door of my cab. My stars! It occurred to me then that I myself wasnumber one thousand two hundred and thirty-two. Before I had time to reprove the impudent lad, thepassenger, who was quite blue in the face

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