The History and Records of the Elephant ClubDoesticks, Q. K. Philander
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The History and Records of the Elephant Club
Doesticks, Q. K. Philander
American wit and humor
"The witness proceeded to bring a gill of lager bier contained in his
nose, and a half gill of lager bier contained in his lips, in contact
with a venerable Bible, which has been so familiar with crime by long
association that we almost wonder the text has not been long since
corrupted as much as the cover. Lager bier and the Bible having come in
contact, lager bier is supposed to be incapable of lying.
"_The Court._--Mr. Holzenkamp, please state the circumstances connected
with the arrest of these boys.
"_Mr. H._--Vell, on Vensday night, at von o'clock, my koostumers dey all
goes vay fom mine lager bier saloon, und I say to Yawcob to go mit him
and put up de blinds; ven he goes out mineself, mine vife, ve drinks
some lager bier, and den I dakes de money and counts dem and puts dem in
mine pocket; ven Yawcob come in ve locks de door, and goes de shtairs up
to shleep; vel mine vife and I get to de bed in, so soon as ve can, and
den I shleeps; ven I bin shleep leetle vile mine vife she shakes me and
say, 'Heinrich, de cats dey makes noise in de shtreets so dat I cannot
shleep;' ven I vakes up I hear so much cats squall in de shtreets dat I
dinks dere vas a meetin fon cat politicians. But dey makes so much noise
I cannot vink mine eyes vonce to shleep; so I get up and goes to de
window and say 'shcat,' 'shcat;' but de more I say shcat de more dey
vill not shcat. I say to mine vife, 'Katrina, you bin so younger and so
smaller as I bin, you go down in de shtreets and drives 'vay de cats.'
My vife den goes down, and ven she opens de door de cat squalls not
more, and she looks to see dem, but dere is not cats in de shtreets. Ven
she comes de shtairs up again and say de cats bin gone ve lie on de bed
to shleep; vell, ven I bin yust shleep most, mine Gott! I hear de cats
so louder as before, and I say to mine vife all de cats in de city bin
come on the shtep-valk fon mine lager bier saloon; dey squall like
hoonerd dyvels, and I try more to shcat dem vay. But it was no goot; dey
shquall--I cannot say to you so bad as dey shquall. Mine vife say dere
bin a tunder-shower fon cats; ven I lie in mine bed and shtand it so
long as I can, I jump up und shwear dat I shoots all de cats in de
vorld; I dakes mine bistol and runs de shtairs down, but I bin so mad,
und I go so quick, dat I falls the shtairs over, und in a minute finds
mine head knock on de vall, my right hand in some Schweitzer cheese, de
oder in de shpit-box, und von foot in de big ice-pitcher; so soon as I
can gits up and goes to de door und opens it, I goes on de shtep-valk,
und mine foot shlips, and I falls down on mine back, and breaks all de
bones in mine body; I feels mine hand on de shtep-valk, and I find it
bin all covered mit soft soap; I dries to raise mineself, but I bin so
heavy dat I down falls before I get up; yust den mine vife come and help
me, and bulls me fom de shtep-valk in de door; ve do not hear de cats
den, und so ve goes to de beds again; so soon as ve lie down I hears de
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