The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-09-07

UPPER, Win 8 req nose anu sew
erai pieces Of plaster on his face.
That drawing is sure TO appear in few
weeks In the FtEeoende Bldetter, which.
after having been in existence nearly half
century, has become universally known
as unexcelied for ridiculing and caricator-
ing human nature. Its worldwide sue
cess is explained by the fact that II never
becomes frivolous or prudish, and appeals
TO all classes and conditions of society.
Strange 20 say. the humorous element was
introduced into Tsar-Athens by the po-
Htlcai carlcatures of Burkei, but they
soon set politics aside and lett 1t TO the
Berlin papers, when the Old Raspar
Braun, thorough business man. created
common organ under the title Fiiegende
Bioetter.
Their Office has remained as unpreten-
tlous as 1t was in the beginning, but the
firm employ the sbest draughtsmen and
writers IN the country. Many we'll
known poet has made his maiden EFFORTS
in the Ffiegsnde Blas,ter, and this remark
able weekly can be found eyeryW nere CIVIL
ization Is known, being read oy foreigners
as we.t as Germans, and VIII, no DOUBT,
excite laughter and amusement tor many
years 10 come.
''Nitzsche, are you coming from the cir
Gus" newcomer was asked he was
snort. bury man with frank pair OF blue
eyes and pleasant smile, who had sud
sketches relating TO circus lie
de had apparently learnt something
from his intimacy with clowns and short
sklrted lady eqUestIlans,- for ne soon De-
gan TO perform all manners OF tricks; he
played ball with three Vienna rolls, bal
anced an empty mug on ms nnger tips,
knocked money through the table and
pulled it out Of some beard or coat-sleeve.
siOberlaender, over whose features an eX-
preston of Infinite comfort settled when
ever he emptied mass, turned aside for
a moment and applied red handkerchief
with great noise to his nose; His knife
and fork clattered on his plate and he
turned around and exclaimed:
Why, where is my last sausage gone
to? | suppose | must have eaten iti'
Then he sliced his mug, why, what's
this? 1t is empty weighing 1t in his
hand. And, the deuce, how does this
get in here? % and he drew the sausage out
OF the empty mug.
All roared with laughter, for nobody
had seen Nitzche do it. Oberlaender him
self joined in the hilarity, and said again
and again: Take care! Hexenmeister
AT this moment another gentleman
joined the company.
"Ah, Schlittgenn' he was greeted. The
new arrival was timely dressed, like So
ciety man. He is, to some extent, the
rival OF Reinicke, in depicting the humor-
istlc phases OF the German arlstocracy and
middle class. His pen and ink drawings
bear a more manly and 5atircal character,
but they are less refined and piquant
Several shook hands with aim and took
their hats as if getting ready to leave.
What nonsense is up now, young
brats?" growled Oberlaender
"Schiittgens birthday is to be cele-
brated. He is going 10 treat. Do you per-
haps object?''
Not at all. But why can't We stay
right here? L don't like running about,
you know"
No, Old man. We have to paint the
town red. Come along
Not before 1 have emptied another
mug"
And after the next round, Schlittgen, in
spite of his exclamation, Don't be fool
ish ~ was lifted on several shoulders and
carried in great triumph through the beer
garden, amid shouts and laughter and all
sorts of noises. 1t was a real pandemo-
mum, so that even the stout, jovial inn
keeper shook his head. They went from
one saloon, cafe, summer garden, beer
cellar to the other. In one place Flassar
had to recite comical poem. In another
Vogel had to SIT down at the piano and,
improvised on any theme given to him,
ridiculing the peculiar styles of Wagner,
MendelsSOhn, etc, IN mastery way.
Any stranger who had spent this even
ing with them would have marked it in
his calendar. But they seemed TO be quite
used to that unrestrained south German
life with its sociability, its perpetual holi-
day mood and high aims.
At last genial Hamburger invited them
TO his studio, just the place fit for such a
company. One corner of the spacious
studio was fitted up like an old Bavarian
tap-room-whlch he had constructed as a
model for one Of his paintings. Soon the
large assortment of mugs of all forms and
brim, and with as little foam as possible.
The milk wagons were already rafting
over the street when his guests began to
dispense.
Oberiaender, who always boosted that
he could stand twenty quarts OF beer in
sitting. seemed TO have INDUCED in an over
dose Tor, as he walked along the Ludwigs-
strasse, somehow it happened that one
minute he almost slipped into the gutter,
and the next he felt his way along the wall
Also Flassar, who accompanied him, wore
his hat IN very peculiar fashion, tipped
over one ear. Suddenly Oberlaender re-
manned standing and began gesticulating.
A passing policeman who knew the artists,
asked them If he should lead them home.
Oberlaender answered: "Oh, we can find
our way, cant We Flassar? | am only
waiting until the torchl!ght procession has
passed"
How could there be torchlight pro-
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the policeman.
''COme on" said Flassar
Don't you see it ?" insisted Oberlaender.
-, Il onI y see two rows of lampposts along
the Ludwigsstrasse
What, those are lampposts? Oh, no!
ReaIly-hemm Then he sudden straight
ened his corpulent figure.
Ale himmei noch einmdU I have cap
ltal idea, and he drew his companion into
some by-street into another saloon. The
drows;ness seemed to have left him. With
great energy he was making all sorts of
lines on piece of paper with blunt lead
pencil. After few minutes he gave it the
last touches and handed it TO Flassar.
There were two rows of lamp posts emit
ting light IN all directions, waving to and
fro IN the dark, straight, endless, broad
and empty Ludwigsstrasse, which seemed
TO have turned insane. for the Ludwig
church displayed three towers and the
horse car tracks, the houses and the TIL
umphai arch at the end of the street were
winding like snakes in the vanishing
lines. In the foreground was drunkard
and policeman.
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