Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, January 16, 1892 by Various
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_First Ger. Stu._ And now fill another glass. Fill, my comrades--I
pray you, fill! Kellner! glasses round--for myself and friends. _Kellner_ (_as before--supplying their wants and warning them_). Oh, my gracious Lord, be careful! Your third glass--mind now, your third glass; you know the risk you are running! But one false drop and you are lost! _First Ger. Stu._ (_as before_). Well, my good friend, be sure you supply us with no drop that is not good! Ha, ha, ha! Eh, KARL! eh, CONRAD! eh, HANS! Did you hear my merry jest? [_They all laugh._ _Em. of the Emp._ (_as before_). Ha! (_making an entry in his note-book_). And they laugh at a witless joke! Good! Very good! _First Ger. Stu._ (_joyously_). And now, my comrades, yet another toast--The Prosperity of the People! _Chorus of Ger. Stu._ (_raising their glasses_). The People! [_They all drink._ _Em. of the Emp._ (_apart_) Ha! [_He makes an entry in his note-book._ _First Ger. Stu_. And now, a final flagon! Kellner! |
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