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Updated: May 18, 2025
In my hand I held a string, with which I set the wings of the owl in the wolf's glen in rhythmic motion. My companion performed the wild chase. By turns he whistled through his fingers, cracked a whip, and imitated the yelping of the hounds. It was awfully fine. "You did your part splendidly," said Lipp to me at the end of the scene; "next time you must go out on the stage."
Lipp was given over to a house-painter, who, invested with extended authority, took the unfortunate fellow as an apprentice. Lipp was inconsolable at the change in his lot. The smile disappeared from his face, and I too felt melancholy when I saw him going along the street in his paint-bespattered clothes, the picture of despair.
Besides, the poor fellow was always hungry, and it was this peculiarity which brought about our acquaintance. On afternoons when there was no school, and I went out on the green to play ball with my companions or fly my kite, Frau Eberlein used to put something to eat in my pocket. Lipp soon spied it out, and he knew how to get a part, or even the whole of my luncheon for himself.
The only person who did not share in this opinion was myself. I had a firm conviction that he had gone out into the wide world to seek his fortune, and that some day he would turn up again as a celebrated artist and a successful man. But year after year passed by and nothing was heard of Lipp.
Haydn was a daughter of Lipp, the organist, and sent by the Archbishop to Italy to cultivate her voice. I really can scarcely believe this. Another female singer, when we have already so many, and all admirable! A tenor, though we do not require one either, I could more easily understand but a prima donna, when we have still Cecarelli! It is true that Madlle.
Lipp was a tall, slender youth, about sixteen years old, with terribly large feet and hands. He usually wore a very faded, light- blue coat, the sleeves of which hardly came below his elbows, and a red vest. He had a rather stooping gait, and a beaming smile continually played about his mouth.
Jacob could speak only German Joe understood only pure unadulterated Australian. Still Jacob insisted on talking and telling Joe his private affairs. This day, Mrs. Lipp accompanied Jacob. She came to have a "yarn" with Mother.
Franz Lipp, the foreign minister, you know, has ordered all the telephones taken out of the foreign office building. It's an old failing of his a phobia against telephones. They send him into fits when they ring. He has incidentally offered to sign a separate peace with the Entente. A crafty move, but premature.
He caught many things with it willie-wagtails, laughing-jackasses, fowls, and mostly the dog. Joe was a born naturalist a perfect McCooey in his way, and a close observer of the habits and customs of animals and living things. He observed that whenever Jacob Lipp came to our place he always, when going home, ran along the fence and touched the top of every post with his hand.
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