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He was somebody much more important than such things. Schneider was the proprietor of a beer saloon in North Avenue. Where is he now, I wonder? Well, in those days he saved our life twice a day regularly. "Broun and I we keep alive for one whole year on Schneider's free lunch. Herring, pickles, rye bread, pepper beef, boiled ham, onions, pretzels, roast beef and a big jar full of fine cheese.
I wish they would go after him again and kick his crown off. I'll bet even money that the father of the first grip germ must have been a bombshell and his mother was some relation to one of Kuropatkin's retreats. It's dollars to pretzels that the grip germ is the busiest idea that was ever chased by a doctor.
Aside from an occasional visit to the Loewen Garden 'over the Rhine, with a glass of beer and a few pretzels, consumed while listening to the excellent music of a German band, the theatre was the sum and substance of our innocent dissipation."
Dot is vot ve vill not do!" laughed Mr. Switzer, with conviction. "See, I haf alretty t'ought of dot, und I haf provided. Here are pretzels!" and he produced a large bag of them from his grip. "Ve vill not starf!" "Ha! Pretzels!" scoffed Mr. Sneed. "I never eat them!" "Maybe you vill before you starf!" chuckled Mr. Switzer, as he replaced them. "I like dem much!"
And just across the street was the Third National Bank with barrels of them. The whimsies of the contrast almost amused him; but there was not enough of the Tapley about him to detect its humor. Again he counted his resources. Fifty-eight cents! He could lodge to-night, at any rate, and dine on one of those sidewalk pretzels. "The darkest hour is just before the dawn."
There is a basket of oranges behind your father's overcoat, and a bag of baby pretzels, too." "Goodness! mamma, if I was hungry, I'd eat." "Don't you feel well, Lilly?" "Of course I feel well, mamma. Why shouldn't I?" But next day, at her after-school hour of practice, a small discordant crash broke suddenly in upon "Chaminade's Scarf Dance" and Mrs. Becker's rhythmic rocking above.
Den if dere iss food to eat I dinks me dot I don't need to eat my pretzels. I can safe dem for annoder time!" cried Mr. Switzer, as he got out. There was a laugh at this, and it was added to when Mr. Bunn called out in his deepest tragic voice: "Ha! Someone has my silk hat!" For he had persisted in wearing that in the storm, though it was most uncomfortable. "It is gone!" he added.
One poor little girl, sick and vorking hard avay from home. Ach! it is a shame. Good Mr. Robberman, you vill please let me have dot letter?" "What the devil do you take us for, old Pretzels?" said Hondo with sudden and surprising severity. "You ain't presumin' to insinuate that we gents ain't possessed of sufficient politeness for to take an interest in the miss's health, are you?
"I suppose so," agreed Mr. Nestor. "Well, I'm glad to know that Tom is doing something for Uncle Sam, even if it's only helping with gas helmets. Those Germans are barbarians, if ever there were any, and we've got to fight them the same way they fight us! That's the only way to end the war! Now if I had my way, I'd take every German I could lay my hands on " "Father, pretzels!" exclaimed Mary.
"Not if you're going Prussian-hunting across the Rhine. When you come back crowned with bay and laurel and pretzels, you can stop at Morteyn." They nodded and clasped hands. "Au revoir!" laughed Georges. "What shall I bring you from Berlin?" "I'm no Herod," replied Jack; "bring back your own feather-head safely that's all I ask."
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