An American Idyll - The Life of Carleton H. Parker by Cornelia Stratton Parker
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and would not the Herr Student like to have the Weiser Boch lady mention
his name to some of the German students who dropped in? Carl left his card, and wondered if anything would come of it. The very next afternoon,--such a glowing account of the Amerikaner the Weiser Boch lady must have given,--a real truly German student, in his corps cap and ribbons, called at our home--the stiffest, most decorous heel-clicking German student I ever was to see. His embarrassment was great when he discovered that Carl was out, and I seemed to take it quite for granted that he was to sit down for a moment and visit with me. He fell over everything. But we visited, and I was able to gather that his corps wished Herr Student Par-r-r-ker to have beer with them the following evening. Then he bowed himself backwards and out, and fled. I could scarce wait for Carl to get home--it was too good to be true. And that was but the beginning. Invitation after invitation came to Carl, first from one corps, then from another; almost every Saturday night he saw German student-life first hand somewhere, and at least one day a week he was invited to the duels in the Hirsch Gasse. Little by little we got the students to our Wohnung; then we got chummier and chummier, till we would walk up Haupt Strasse saluting here, passing a word there, invited to some student function one night, another affair another night. The students who lived in Heidelberg had us meet their families, and those who were batching in Heidelberg often had us come to their rooms. We made friendships during that year that nothing could ever mar. It is two years now since we received the last letter from any Heidelberg chum. Are they all killed, perhaps? And when we can |
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