San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-24
The Married Life of
Helen and Warren
. BY MABEL HERBERT URNER
4 Visit to Goethe's Cafe

SeTT can't be in here" demurred
i Helen, as they entered an ar
cade of small shops, frequent in Ger
man cities. "This's all so modern!"
"Only a cellar-guess they've built
over it. Signs outside-mast be an
entrance somewhere" Warren glow
cred about. Eyes, there 1t is"
An old Gothic-lettered eign-"Auer-
bach's Faust Keller"
A globe light, above the stone fig.
ures of Mephistopheles tempting Faust
illumined the step descent to the his
toric cellar.
Down the steps, through a heavy
iren-hinged door, and into Leipsic's
Oldest tavern-the inspiration Of
Goethe's Faust"
Low vaulted ceilings, dark carved
woodwork, age-mellowed frescoes-an
atmosphere of sombre antiquity.
"Oh, 1 love this" glowed Helen.
We've stepped back into the Middle
Ages!"
"Yes, books like the real thing
Where d'you want to sit?-
An elderly waiter seated them at
one Of the few vacant tables.
these must be the scenes from
Faust" eagerly Helen scanned the
walls. That's where he first meets
Marguerite. And the next-is that the
duel scene?"
Now, those pictures'll keep. Let's
get this order off, intent on the
"Speisen-Karte." "How bout a
MATES herring as a starter? And
here's kraft broth with mark-that's
narrow 80.
ART VS.. APPETITE.
yes, we had that in Berlin. Dear,
this wonderful old woodwork"
"Zwei MATES herrings and rvei
kraftbruhe nit mark. ordered War
rem. Now these main dishes. Reh-
rucken? What the Sam Hills thst?"
Elm minute, bite
Their kellner, shuffling of, returned
with another waiter who spoke Eng
lish.
"Rehrucken-that is saddle of ven
ison. Very good, SIR"
~Oh, dear, that's so rich-Rot when
we're to travel all night"
What's that got to do with It? A
good feed'I make os sleep. Now
where's your vegetables? Schoten--
that's peas. What in blazes is Blu
menkohl? Cauliflower? Good. And
some potatoes-any way but fried.
New yosr wins list
Dear, that fresco in the next room
that figure on the flying keg-"
Here's some red Rhine wine. No,
guess we won't experiment--the
whites pretty good" Then to the
waiter, Bottle of that Niersteiner
III"
Dear. do look-tbat flying kegs on
everything. Even on the wine card
DIR. Faustus'," deciphering the letter
ing on the worn leather cover.
That's the old bird in the legend
where Goethe got his dope. Supposed
to've been an alchemist. Delved in
black magic and all that medieval
bunk-lookin' for the elixir Of youth.
Tuned in on the devil-and swapped
his soul for some monkey-glands."
SHINING A HERRING.
And / always thought that was
Goethe's own idea," laughed Helen.
Huh. just grabbed off good poppy
plot and polished it up. Same with
Shakespeare-most of his plays are
only re-Trites. All in the way it's
done"
THAT must've been the proprietor
and you didn't return his bow"
Didn't see him. How dyou skin
this slippery Johnnie?" struggling
with his MATES herring. Zip, got 1t
that time !"
The proprietor now returning pre-
scented Helen with a booklet, "Aure-
bach's Keller
"Ob, thank you. Danke!" Then as
he passed on, I'm English, too. And
that same picture. Yes. here it says,
DR.. Faustus On His Flying Keg."
TOOK his bootch along, Ell? Fly
ing Keg'! Make a mint with that
kind Of bus at home"
"Oh, we should've sat In the other
room. Here's what it says-'On the
walls the six original paintings of DR..
Faustus and his pact with Satan,
from which Goethe received his in
spiration.'
"We'll rubberneck In there later.
Put that book down and eat your her
ring"
Dear, I can't bear to think it's our
last night in Leipsic." wistfully.
"Only three days here"
snow, don't start on that-dam
lucky to get here at all Speed up on
that herring - he's got our broth
there"
@All this delicious marrow" when
she spooned into the cup Of amber
broth with generous Jumps Of mar
row. why don't they serve this in
soups at home?v
"Too darn wasteful throw the
bones away. Know how to save over
here
With the venison came mixed
kompott-plums. apricots and cher
ries. The cauliflower, peas - every
thing excellent except the baked pota'
toes.
HELEN DELIGHTED.
"Only know how to fry EN-" shrug-
ged Warren. But you always kick
like a steer at anything fried"
"Why have potatoes? They're all
starch-not so good for you, any
way"
"Now. I'm not dietin'! Happen 70
like potatOes-and want 'em with
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