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Updated: May 15, 2025
"Slip in here until they get past," and Dunk pulled his chum by the arm as they came opposite a dark hallway. But it was too late. Some of the sporty students had seen the two, and made a rush for them. "Come on, Andy!" "Oh, you, Dunk! Grab him, fellows!" Immediately the two were surrounded by a gay and laughing throng. "Bring 'em along!" "Down to the rathskeller!" "We'll make a night of it!"
For those who like German dishes and German cooking it is not necessary to confine yourself to the Heidelberg Inn, for both the Hof Brau, in Market just above Fourth street, and the German House Rathskeller, at Turk and Polk streets are good places where you can get what you want. The Hof Brau, however, is less distinctively German as the greater number of its patrons are Americans.
The Rathskeller was a large room, with a bar at one end and many little tables scattered about. At these tables men were eating, drinking and smoking. A violin, harp and piano, played by a trio of Italians, were doing their worst with a popular melody. The captain looked about him, selected one of three chairs at an unoccupied table, and sat down. A waiter drifted alongside.
The Speaker of the House in the last session of the general assembly came out and asked Bassett to meet some men with whom he had been dining in the rathskeller; while her father was away, Marian, with elbows resting on the table, her firm, round chin touching her lightly interlaced fingers, gave a capital imitation of a girl making herself agreeable to a young man.
There are shadows under your eyes, and your lip quivers; you are pale. Good-night." He held her for a moment in a strong grasp, staring down into her face; then she was gone and the door closed behind her. His hands were empty, and the horses had turned, and were galloping back through the rain and the night. It was dusk, and the lights of the Rathskeller began to twinkle out one by one.
"How?" lazily. "A bout at Müller's Rathskeller. Half a dozen American lads, one of whom is called home. Just fixed up his passports for him. You'll be as welcome as the flowers in the spring. Some of the lads will be in your classes." "Put me down. It will be like old times. I went to the reunion last June. Everything was in its place but you. Hang it, why can't time always go on as it did then?"
He looked up and saw a great fish on a huge platter before his host, a fish in surprising semblance to life, had it not been for the rosettes of lemon, the green bed, which surrounded it. "Gracious, no," she answered Mariana's query; "we don't do it home. Mr. Polder has them sent from a Rathskeller down town. He'll make a meal off one."
How was I was I pretty soused?" "Honest, you were fierce. You will sober up, now, won't you?" "Well, it's no wonder I had a classy hang-over, Wrenn. I was at the Amusieren Rathskeller till four this morning, and then I had a couple of nips before breakfast, and then I didn't have any breakfast. But sa-a-a-ay, man, I sure did have some fiesta last night. There was a little peroxide blonde that "
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