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Updated: June 23, 2025
I was only six years old, but I remember distinctly that when Ludo and I were taken to the Lutz swimming-baths next day, we found first on the drill-ground, then on the bank of the Spree, and in the water, charred pieces, large and small, of the side-scenes of the theatre. They were the glowing birds whose flight I had watched from the tower of the Crede house.
In one way or another the four friends frequently came into conflict with Buck Looker, the bully of the town, and his two boon companions, Carl Lutz and Terry Mooney, who were of the same stripe, though they deferred to Buck as their leader. Ever since the wonderful new science of radio had come into such worldwide prominence, Bob and his friends had been intensely interested in it.
"It is like a dream;" and as I said so, I walked on again a little in advance of the others with Lutz and his rider. For I thought I saw a philosophical or metaphysical dissertation preparing in Herr von Walden's bent brows and general look of absorption, and somehow, just then, it would have spoilt it all.
For me the winter underwear yet and the buckwheat cakes." "You haf no boetry," said Lutz. "True, it is yedt cold, und in der city we haf not many of der signs; but dere are dree kinds of beoble dot should always feel der approach of spring first dey are boets, lovers and poor vidows." Mr. McQuirk went on his way, still possessed by the strange perturbation that he did not understand.
But before Buck could get too close quarters Herb, who was recovering from the effect of his fall, stretched out a foot, and Buck sprawled headlong, landing with such force that the breath was knocked from his body. Lutz and Hayes, seeing their leader fall, decided that it was time for them to get away, and simultaneously they took to their heels.
Lutz von Walden and his two friends a young baron, rather the typical "German student" in appearance, though in reality as hearty and unsentimental as any John Bull of his age and rank and George Norman, an English boy of seventeen or eighteen, "getting up" German for an army examination were all three only too ready to carry my little boy on their backs on any sign of over-fatigue.
They took arms when they encountered the fog and went stumbling along together. "You are in lof," said Herr Lutz, breathlessly avoiding a lamp post. "Yes," said Peter, "I am." "Ah," said Herr Lutz giving Peter's arm a squeeze. "It is the only thing The Only Thing.... However it may be for you bad or ill whether she scold or smile, it is a most blessed state."
One of these, Carl Lutz, an unwholesome looking boy, somewhat younger than Buck, was walking beside him, and on the side nearer the curb was Terry Mooney, the youngest of the three, a boy whose, furtive eyes carried in them a suggestion of treachery and sneakiness. "What's the joke, Buck?" asked Bob coldly, as he looked from one to the other of the sniggering faces.
One of them, Lutz, a particularly good soldier, died; another, who was simply a malingerer and had nothing the matter with him whatever, of course recovered; the third was Tiffany, who, I believe, would have lived had we been allowed to take him with us, but who was sent home later and died soon after landing.
His cheeks were hot and his heart was beating so loudly that it was surely no wonder that Herr Lutz had discovered his malady. The sextette came to an end and the six musicians sat, for a moment, silent on their chairs whilst they dragged themselves into the world that they had for a moment forsaken.
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