Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1866-03-15
Letter from Louisville.
The Dutch and Lager.


NJ O.. Wallace, Esq:
DEAR SIR-Dutch thirst, which
only has time to partially quench
itself on weekdays, reaches a
frantic state of excitement by
Sunday night, and browns itself
in a freshet of lager. Never hav-
ing seen the inside of a. Dutch
man, am unable to say what the
physiology of their inwards is, but
imagine they are lined with sand
and gravel, like turkeys gizzard
or a patent filter. / am quite GER
tain the internal arrangements of
a native American would be who'll
ly unequal to the pressure of a
Sunday libation at a German Gar
den in this city. In fact, / don't
know of anything in nature or in
art that will compare with a Dutch
throat in the way of suction, un-
less it is a whirlpool or a water
spout. Such ordinary SMILES as
leeches, or even double-action fore.
ing pumps is drawing it too mild
altogether. It's only just to say,
however, that these industrious
soakers seldom get eight" And
they seldom get to loggerheads over
their lager. Indeed, the more
they imbibe the better natured
they are, and by the time the ma.
tional beverage touches the top
ring of a Dutchman's windpipe,
his mouth may generally be seen
beyond the tips Of his mustaches,
drawn up in a pleasant smile to
the kernels of his ears. Occasion
ally Hans attempts to dance in
that condition, when a noise is
produced by the motion like the
floundering of a dozen catfish in a
bucket of hot water.
/ dropped in at a German Gar
den last Sunday night about 10
o'clock, and found it full of people
of the Dutch persuasion, both male
and female, and of all sizes, from
the height and girth OF a six gal
Ion lager beer cask to the full
proportions of a German tun.--
Clouds of tobacco smoke, emitted
from at least a hundred pipes:
mecrschaums, and cigars, over
Swallowed the scene, and the con-
fusion of tongues was second
edition of the Tower of Babel
Some sung, some argued, some
laughed, and between the singing,
debating, and laughing, the shout
ing of the lager-beer walters, and
the clinking of mugs, the row
couldn't have been excelled in a
convention of lunatics. The gut
terals and sputterals of the Ger
man language are caution.
/ suppose there couldn't have
been less than three hundred faith
erlanders, including frows, frau
leens, boys and babies, camped
around the tables, and nine-tenths
of them were engaged in their ia
vorite national misunderstanding
lager. The mems mustaches
would have been continually wet
with it if they hadn't dried them
with the smoke of their pipes and
cigars. The women had their
small mugs, and the boys dipped
in here and there, as they got a
chance; and even the small babies,
not larger than a demijohn, took
their share, second hand, through
the maternal funnel. A few of
the frauleens, who wanted to
genteel and delicate, slipped
wine; but, | noticed all the hearty,
jolly-looking girls stuck to the
lager.
Doughnuts, ETC., circulated
through the crowd, and were libe-
rally encouraged; the doughnuts
being useful as sponges to absorb
the surplus liquor in the stomach.
In adjoining apartments several
private parties were enjoying
themselves amazingly-at least SO
[ Judged from the loud laughing
and the delightful aroma of linn
berger cheese, sour-krout, and
,chnapps that was waited from
heir neighborhood.