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Updated: May 12, 2025
Every foreigner who knows Germany at all, knows the names of the Kölnische Zeitung, the Lokal Anzeiger and Der Tag, Hamburger Nachrichten, Berliner Tageblatt, Frankfurter Zeitung, and the Norddeutsche Allgemeine Zeitung, this last the official organ of the foreign office.
These leading articles of the Hamburger Nachrichten, the sermons of German pastors, and those amazing manifestoes of German professors, flying straight in the face of historic documents "scraps of paper" which are there, none the less, to all time for us, these things are only not comic because, to the spiritual eye, they are written in blood.
Sure, the pasta had been overcooked and the starch had dripped from it but she couldn't see that this was any more repugnant than a juicy hamburger. His repugnance had surprised her and his exaggerated expressions had not seemed a commensurate reaction. Yesterday the behavior struck her with its impudence.
If there is one item in our repast to be deplored, it is the Hamburger beer, which, however, is as good as it can be, I suppose, for the money—something under an English penny a bottle. But here is wine; good, sound wine, not indeed from the Rhine, nor the Moselle, but red, sparkling, French vin ordinaire, at a mark—fourteen-pence the bottle.
"Nevertheless," said Captain Buttons, "if the Rak catches us, and chews us up into small pieces, and swallows us what will happen then?" "Then each small piece will still be alive," declared Files. "I cannot see how that would help us," wailed Colonel Banjo. "A hamburger steak is a hamburger steak, whether it is alive or not!" "I tell you, this may not be a Rak," persisted Files.
How he did bark and yelp and scratch, for about a minute! "Poys! Poys! Vat is all dis? Vat you want vis mein stone-heap, eh?" It was old Hamburger himself climbing the fence, and he looked longer and leaner just then, and had more pipe in his mouth, than the boys thought they had ever seen before. "The finest woodchuck you ever saw, Mr. Hamburger," began Cole Thomas, by way of an apology.
Pelley alone in a big house, and her being pretty feeble, she felt that Harry and Ivy ought to come and live with her. Well, Ivy went but she vowed that there were two things she would do, mother-in-law or no mother-in-law. She said she'd put as many onions in her hamburger steak and Irish stew as she pleased you know Mrs.
I just feel that having the attitude that everything exists to serve human pleasures and appetites stunts any enlightenment one might hope to get on this planet. It's not the animal rights perspective but my own." "Good for you. I admire that," he lied. Their conversation paused and she saw that MF had removed both onions and pickles from his hamburger.
The most that Teeny-bits could hope for was a place on the scrub, but that meant drudgery of the worst sort and a daily mauling that was enough to take the courage out of larger boys than he. "They'll make Hamburger steak out of you!" warned Snubby Turner. "You'd better not do it." "Good night, Teeny-bits! do you want to commit suicide!" said Fred Harper. "I'll hang a wreath on your door."
Nearly an hour had passed when Alberdina awoke from her healthy, conscienceless slumber with a start. Turning her head lazily, she noticed that the clothes were boiling and the water was running over the sides of the boiler. "Mein Gott!" she said in German. "That little mistress will make of me the Hamburger. I must do some work."
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