Part 22 (1/2)
”Hermann Sweinskopf!”
”He's peen here.”
”Jacob Schnittger!”
”Bresend early.”
”Emil Muller!”
There was no response, and all the rest turned and looked at the leader in surprise.
”Emil Muller!” he repeated, and then, suddenly recollecting something, went on: ”Oh, oxguse me! I va.s.s here. Heinrich von Strauss! Heinrich von Strauss! Vere iss Heiny von Strauss?”
”He va.s.s py his bedt sick,” said Louie k.n.o.bloch.
”Vat's der madder mit der bedt?” demanded Emil Muller. ”For vhy iss id sick?”
”Nein, nein, keppelmeister,” said Louie k.n.o.bloch. ”Id iss Heiny vat iss sick. He iss sick by der inside off der bedt.”
”Vhy iss he sick?” asked Emil Muller.
”Yestertay,” explained Louie k.n.o.bloch, ”he vend on der bicnig, und he eated four dozen charlotte roosters, und he gets der collywopples.”
He ill.u.s.trated his remarks by significantly rubbing his stomach. ”He vas not in goot cont.i.tion to plow ven ve left.”
[Ill.u.s.tration]
”Anyvone vot eadts charlotte roosters ought der be sick,” said Emil Muller decidedly. ”He shoult eat dem vhen dey iss a egg. Blay!”
All raised their instruments to their mouths, but he held up a warning finger.
”Anodder t'ing,” he went on to k.n.o.bloch. ”You dell Heinrich off he va.s.s nod here dermorrow morning ad half basd four in der afdernoon, vhen I gall der rehearsal, arous mit him! Are you retty?”
”Yah!”
”Den plow yourselfs!”
Then began a wild riot of discord, whereupon Emil Muller quickly took his own dented offending cornet from his mouth.
”Ve vill nod blay dot biece,” he announced. ”Id iss no goot.”
”Vhy don'd you wride some musigs, keppelmeister?” suggested Peter d.i.n.kelspeil.
”I voult, bud I'm doo pusy,” said Emil Muller. ”Led us renter insteadt dot peaudiful biece fon Vawgner, 'Der Glock on der Rhine.'”
”Vatch, keppelmeister,” corrected Louie k.n.o.bloch.
”Vatch vat?” inquired Emil Muller.
”Id iss nod a glock,” explained Louie k.n.o.bloch. ”Id iss a vatch on der Rhine.”