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Updated: June 21, 2025
A knock sounded upon the door. "Come in," Stan called. O'Malley sat up in bed suddenly, pawing the blankets away from his shoulders. He stared around the room, then scowled. The door opened and a Nazi corporal entered. "Heil Hitler!" he said very loudly and clicked his heels together. "Good morning," Stan greeted. O'Malley just glared at the corporal. "I am Hans."
Franz and Paul and I had a hard fight to get him; and I am taking him to the depot to go to Odenwald." "What is you name?" "Fritz Heil." "And that of your father?" "His name is also Fritz." "So you say that the dog belongs to Fritz Heil, yet it was the Widow Steiner who put the case in the hands of the police. How does that story agree with yours?"
"Fritz Heil. My father is a clothing merchant, and his store " "I do not have need to know of him. Did you lose a pocketbook yesterday?" "No, it was stolen from me." "Well, I came to take you to the police commissioner." "Aunt, has the policeman arrested me?" asked the boy, clinging to his aunt's arm. "You are not under arrest, boy," laughed the man. "You are only wanted as witness.
He got out of bed and walked across the room. Flipping a picture of Hitler aside, he exposed the microphone in the wall. Hans rolled his eyes and clicked his heels. "Heil Hitler!" he almost shouted. "Tomorrow you will get out of bed and be down in the yard by seven." Stan grinned. He reached up and disconnected the wire leading to the instrument. "They listen all the time," Hans said.
He no sooner reappeared than the people flocked in thousands around him. "Heil Herro! Heil Liebo!" Berthold vainly defended himself in his mountain stronghold of Hohentwiel.
As soon as they pulled away from the curb, another car slipped in behind them and never left them until they parked outside a walled enclosure. They were getting out of the car when a German military machine roared up and stopped. Two officers got out and moved stiffly toward the spot where Stan and Domber stood. "Heil Hitler," Domber said. Then he opened up with an angry flow of German.
Hoyer wrote in Kirchliche Mitteilungen: "After a closer inspection I found that this hymn-book was compiled for three classes of people, Orthodox, Unionists, and Supranaturalists. Here we find, besides 'Es ist das Heil uns kommen her, also 'Religion, von Gott gegeben, as well as a hymn for the national holiday, the 4th of July, imploring the Lord to give us the spirit of Washington."
"Now tell me," he said, "which of the three is Mr. Pixy?" "No one of them; it was our dog that found your pocketbook and his name is Pixy." "Your dog! Now how shall I reward him? Will you please tell me your name?" "Yes, my name is Frederick Heil, and in reply to your first question, I will say that my dog does not need anything, although I thank you for your kind wish to reward him." "Pray, Mr.
Forest-master Urich would often say in jest to his boys, 'Come now, and get your cudgeling, which is to serve you for the day." "Yes, Franz, that has ever since been one of the sayings in our neighborhood," laughed Mr. Heil, and Mr. Urich heartily enjoyed hearing the tradition.
In that time the seething ocean was flooded with light. It was not until nothing remained of the Bismarck but a dancing mist of light that its band came on deck and played. On the Roland they caught two or three trembling, fading measures of the national hymn, Heil dir im Siegerkranz. Within a few moments the Roland was again alone on the ocean, in the night, the tempest, and the snowstorm.
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