“I say ‘Der Glock on der Rhine’ fon Vawgner,” replied Emil Muller.
They started once more, but again came the vigorous interruption from Hermann Sweinskopf:
“Shtob der pandt! Shtob der pandt! I am shbeaking!”
“Vhy don’d you shbeak your moud oud undt pe done mit it?” said Emil Muller angrily.
“Vass iss dis here biece, ‘Der Glock on der Rhine,’ anyhow? Iss id a so-na-da?”
“Yess—undt no!” said Emil Muller, reflecting. “Id iss a in-u-en-do! Are you all retty?”
“Yah!” they chorused, setting themselves in proper shape.
“Vell, altogedder den, und show de vorld vot you can do!”
Then came a third attempt, but the leader again stopped them.
“Who plew dot bum node?” he sternly demanded. Everyone looked at each other in surprise, and Louie Knobloch said: