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
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smelling-whisky do us any good. At first we sat asin an oven, for all your fanning, and then suddenly therewas a cool and refreshing atmosphere. You attributed it tothe drop or two I poured on my jabot; we were revived,and conversation was once more animated and gay, whereasbefore our heads had hung low like those of sheep on thebutchers cart; and this benefit will stay with us for all therest of the way. But now let us put our Vienna noses intothe green wilderness here. Arm-in-arm they scrambled through the trench by theside of the road and entered the duskv shade of the fir-trees. The spicy freshness, the sudden change from thesunny glow without, might have proved disastrous to thereckless man but for the prudence of his companion. Shehad some trouble in urging his discarded garment upon him. Ah, the glory of it, he cried, gazing up the tall trunks; it is like beine in church ! Seems to me I never was inthe woods before, and it is only now that I can see what I3<^ GERMAN HUMOUR.
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ARM-IN-ARM THEY ENTERED THE DUSKY SHADE OFTHE FIK-TKEES. MOZARTS JOURNEY TO PRAGUE. 137 this means, this assembly of trees ! No mans handsplanted them, they all came of themselves, and stand soonly just because it is jolly to live and labour together.Fancy, when I was young I passed this way and that throughEurope; I saw the Alps and the ocean, the most beautifuland most sublime things that were ever created; and nowhere stands the fool in an ordinary forest of firs on theboundary-line of Bohemia, astonished and enraptured thatsuch things should be, that its not just U7ia finzmie dipoeti^like the nymphs and fauns and all that, and no stage-forest;no, its a genuine one, grown out of the earth, nourished byits moisture and by the warm light of the sun. To hear you talk, said his wife, one would think youhad never gone twenty steps into our Vienna Prater^ whichsurely can boast of similar wonders and rarities. The Prate?- ? Thunder and lightning ! How dare youname the word here ! What wit

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