Achmed Abdullah

“ I'll teach you how to bump into people!"
And, stopping at the Gross Berlin American Bar, where a morose, nostalgic ex-Coney Island barkeeper was earning his living by introducing the gilded youth of Berlin West to the mysteries and delights of trans-Atlantic mixed drinks, he very much astonished that worthy by waving a lofty hand when the man addressed him as: "Hullo, Tom, you old son-of-a-gun! Have one on the house!" ”

“ Stalwart nurses wheeled their charges home from the Tiergarten. Merchants and bankers purred along in great motor-cars to join their families in an open-air supper at the Zoölogical Gardens. Back of the tennis court to the left of the Charlottenburg depot, on a rough plat of ground, some high schoolboys were playing football, not cleverly, but with a certain lusty Teutonic zest, filling the air with riotous shouts.
Tom stepped amongst aristocrat and burgess and student like a conqueror. His thoughts were with Bertha—and the blue-and-crimson uniform of the Uhlans. ”

“ Wot's eatin o' you?" asked McCaffrey, the barkeeper, to receive the mystifying reply, pronounced in the horse wrangler's best German:
"Rechts um! Kehrt! Präsentirt das Gewehr! Marsch! Marsch!"
"What'd ye think ye are?" demanded the aggrieved McCaffrey. "A gol-dinged Prooshan lootinant?"
"Right!" snarled Tom, trying his best to copy Colonel Heinrich Wedekind's martial accents. "Hoch der Kaiser!"—and he swaggered out of the bar while McCaffrey looked after him in speechless astonishment.
When Tom reached his flat, he found it filled by a jolly company. ”