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Updated: June 4, 2025
"I yonder if you could reach dot door ofer dere so soon alretty as I gan?" queried Herr Schimmelpodt. "Will you run me a race?" grinned the clerk. "Vell, you start, und ve see apout it." Tantalizingly, the clerk started. Then he glanced back over his shoulder. There was a great noise on the floor of the gym. Herr Sclhimmelpodt had started.
"Und dot train going by a mile a minute, I bet you!" gasped the German ruefully. "Come along, lad," urged Hemingway gently. "On Saturdays court opens at one o'clock. We'll get right up there and see this matter through." "I bet you've see dis matter through -right through someone, ain't it?" exploded Herr Schimmelpodt, ranging himself on the other side of the young prisoner.
The big German held up his right hand for silence. "Ladies und chentlemen," shouted Herr Schimmelpodt, as soon as he could make him self heard, "I don't vant to bose as a hero!" "That's all right," came with a burst of goodhumored laughter. "You're not!" "It vos really nottings vot I did," continued the German, with another bow. "True for you."
The perfect June day, just before commencement, had brought out a host. Wayland had sent nearly four hundred people. The total attendance was past four thousand paid admissions. Herr Schimmelpodt, who, since his first enthusiasm, had not missed a game, was now among the most concerned. The band was there, but silent.
"Maybe," assented Herr Schimmelpodt. "Then stuff a sausage in your Dutch mouth, and be quiet," retorted Bert impudently. "Young man, if your father hat not enough gontrol of er you, den I vill offer him dot I teach you manners by a goot spanking," replied Herr Schimmelpodt stiffly. "Bert, you will be silent before your elders," ordered Mr Dodge.
It was Herr Schimmelpodt, hot, perspiring and gasping, who now raced upon the platform. For one of his weight, combined with his lack of nimbleness, it was hazardous to attempt to board the moving train. Yet Herr Schimmelpodt made a wild dash for the train. He would have been mangled or killed, had not Officer Hemingway caught the anxious German and pulled him back. "Hey, you!
"We'll toss for it, and the winner has the try." "I'll go you," nodded Prescott. Herr Schimmelpodt, regarding them both seriously, saw that they meant it. "Boys, boys!" he remonstrated. "Don't think of it yet!" "Why not?" asked Dick. "You would be killed," remonstrated the big German.
Vot for you do dot?" screamed Herr Schimmelpodt. "Hey? Answer me dot vun, dumm-gesicht!" "I did it to save you from going under the wheels," retorted Officer Hemingway dryly. "Und now I don't go me by dot game today!" groaned Herr Schimmelpodt. "Me! I dream apout dot game all der veek, und now I don't see me by it." "But, man " "Hal's maul." "Me!
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