"But I go to the bookie, who laugh and pay me one tausend pound. He did not care; he make ten tausend from the many fools who back German Sausage. So I write one last letter to Steinhauer and say, 'Schweinkopf yourself! Stew in your own Sauerkraut!' He get another spy to denounce me, but I find the police have opened all my letters, and they laugh in my face. But the superintendent say, 'Much obliged, Herr Fritz! Thanks to you, I also make my bitchen on Mutton Chop. When you get another dead snip, pass it on.'"
Then I ordered Fritz another English beer, and gave him an introduction to my own tailor.
THE GOD IN THE CART.
(An Unrehearsed Effect.)
Turkey. "I'M GETTING A BIT FED UP WITH THIS. I SHALL KICK SOON."
Austria. "WELL, I WAS THINKING OF LYING DOWN."
