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The number of white individuals who are practising with even reasonable approximation the democracy and unselfishness of Jesus Christ is so small and unimportant as to be fit subject for jest in Sunday supplements and in Punch, Life, Le Rire, and Fliegende Blätter.
Patsy had been teaching her companion such phrases as "a blatter o' sleet," an "on-ding o' snaw," and a "thresh o' rain." The Princess had a peculiar pleasure in learning such things and would often subtly misapply them in order to be corrected.
He went to bed at ten o'clock on Christmas Eve, when the streets were surging with voices and gay steps, when rollicking piano-tunes from across the street penetrated even closed windows, and a German voice as rich as milk chocolate was caressing, "Oh Tannenbaum, oh Tannenbaum, wie grün sind deine Blätter."... Then slept for nine hours, woke with rapturous remembrance that he didn't have to go to the office, and sang "The Banks of the Saskatchewan" in his bath.
In the Fliegende Blatter two young clerks were represented discussing the question of summer holidays. "Where are you going?" asks A of B. "Nowhere," answers B. "Can't you afford it?" asks the sympathetic A. "Only been able to save up enough for the postcards," answers B, gloomily; "no money left for the trip."
With the exception of the well-known Fliegende Blätter, Kladderadatsch, and one or two less representative, there is nothing to compare with the artistic excellence and restrained good taste of Life or Punch, for example. There is one illustrated paper published in Munich, Simplicissimus, which deserves more than negligent and passing comment.
In the frame of mind which is more usual with us, I put Ecclesiastes forsaken by a previous visitor, and used to lengthen a short leg of the dressing-table in my pocket, and leave the quay to its harsh new thoughts, and to the devices by which it gets a bare sustenance out of the tides, the seasons, and the winds, complicated now with high explosives in cunning ambush; and go out to the headland, where wild goats among the rocks which litter the steep are the only life to blatter critical comment to high heaven.
The Lido is not beautiful; but Venice seen from it is beautiful, and it has trees and picnic grounds, and its usefulness is not to be exaggerated. The steamers, which ply continually in summer and very often in winter, take only a quarter of an hour to make the voyage. In the height of the bathing season the Lido becomes German territory, and the chromatic pages of Lustige Blätter are justified.
It is my belief that in the American clubs where I find copies of Fliegende Blätter and the Journal Amusant, these papers are much more read than Punch, and in not a few cases, I fear, by men who have but slight understanding of the languages in which they are printed.
"I saw him yesterday " "You're always seeing him: you ought to be ashamed of yourself." "Don't interrupt me, please. As I was saying, I saw him laughing over the Fliegende Blätter." "But that's no sign he has a sense of humor. It rather proves that he hasn't. I'm disappointed in you, Shirley. To think that my own sister should be able to tell the color of a wandering blackguard's eyes!"
They all reached the ground in safety. The tremendous explosion that was heard in the city is thought to have been caused by the exploding of one of the large magazines." "What's that from?" Lawrence glanced up from his "anything and eggs." "Die Fliegende Blatter?" But Edestone did not smile, he was glancing at another of the slips.
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