BREITMANN IN KANSAS.[1] VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin’ apout like efery dings – ” circuivit terram et perambulavit eam,” ash der Teufel said ven dey ask him: “How vash you und how you has peen?” Von efenings he vas drafel mit some […]

[The Author Asserts The Vast Intellectual Superiority Of Germans To Americans] DERE’S a liddle fact in hishdory vitch few hafe oondershtand,Deutschers are, de jure, de owners of dis land,Und I brides mineslf oonshpeak-barly dat I foorst make be-known,De primordial cause dat Columbus vas derivet from Cologne. For ash his name vas Colon, it fisiply does […]

( Alt Deutsch.) HE shtood peside de Kloster-place,Oopon de Rheinisch shore,Und dere he saw a lofely face,He’d seen in treams pefore. “Feinslieb, und will’st dou go mit me?Feinsllieb, make no delay;For rocks ish shdeep und vales ish teep,Und dings ish in de way.” “Und oh! how can I go mit dir,Or flyen out of land?Der […]

“Were diu werlt alle min,Von deme mere unze an den Rin.Des wolt ih mih darben,Daz diu dame von EngellantLege an minen armen.”– Carmina Burana. AM Rhein! Acain am Rheine!In boat oopon der Rhein!De castle-bergs soft goldnenIm Abendsonnenschein,Mit lots of Rudesheimer,Und saitenklang und sang,Und laties singin lieder,Ash ve go sailin ‘long. Und von fair Englisch dameVas […]

HOW wunderschön das VaterlandIn audumn-life abbears;Vot rainpows gild ids vallies crand,Ven seen troo vallin tears.Und VON I’ll creet mit sang und klang,Und drown in goldnen wein;Old Deutschland’s cot her sohn again:Hans Breitmann’s on der Rhein. Und doughts ish schwell dat mighdy heart,Too awfool for make known;Ven dey shunt him from de railroat carUnd tropped him […]

TO Amsterd-m came BreitmannAll in de Kermes tide;Yonge Maegden allegaderFilled de straat on afery side.De meisjes in de straatenVere tantzin alle nacht long;Dere vas kissen, dere vas trinken,Mit a roar of Holland song. Who went into de straatenVen de sonn had gone his day,De Dootch gals quickly grapped himUnd tantzed him wild avay.Dere was der […]

“Altri beva il Falerno, altri la Tolfa.. . . . . . . . Toscana re, ditePra ch’io parli dite.”Bacco in Toscano,di Francisco Redi. “Si regressum feci metroRetro ante, ante retro-Quid si graves sunt acuti?Si accentus fiant muti?Quid si placide, plene, planeFregi frontem Prisciani?-Sat est Verbum declinaviTitubo-titubas-titubavi.”Barnabæ Itinerarium. London, 1716. VON efenin ash der Breitmann […]

“Robusti sono i fatti.”– Discorso del Terremoto,del S. Alessandro Sardo.Venetia, A.D. 1586. IN San Gianni Lateran,Dey’ve cot a flight of shdairs,More woonderful ash nefer vas,As Latin pooks declares.For you kits your sins forgifen,If you glimes dem knee py knee;It’s such a gitten up a stairs,I nefer yet did see. Now as Breitmann vas a vaitinAmong […]

DERE’S lighds oopon de Appian,Dey shine de road entlang;Und from ein hundert tombs dere brummsA wild Lateinisch song;It rings from Nero’s goldnen haus;Evoe! – here he coom!Fly oud, ye mœnads, from your craves!-Hans Breitmann’s got to Rome! For vhile de lamp holts oud to purn,Or von goot shpark ish dere,Dere’s hope for all of dem […]

“Sankt Martin war ein frommer MannTrank gerne Cerevisiam,Und hatt er kein PecuniamSo liess er seinen Tunicam.” (Comment by Herr Schwackenhammer.) VONCE oopon a dimes in Frankfort der Herr Breitemann exsberiencet an interfal pedween de periot ven he hat gespent de last remiddance he hat become from home, und de arrifal of de succedin wechsel, or […]

DOT vos a schwartz Zigeuner[1]Dot on a viddle played,Und oonderneat’ a fensterHe mak’t a serenade. Dot vos a lofely gountessWho heardt de gypsy blay’n.Said she, “Who make dot musikVot sound so wunderscheen?” Dot vos de schwartz ZigainerWho vos fery quick to twig;Und he song a mournvoll palladHow his hearts vos proken – big! Dot vos […]

ASH on de Alapama biz,Deep sinnin long I sat,I dinks von ding for dinkinPy afery Diplomat;Und dat ist: dat voll many a dingVot ist de facto done,May pe de jure unbossible,Und officiél unknown, Von dimes in San Franciscus,Im Californian land,Among de CalifornamentsDere woned a Deutscher band;Und shief among dese heroesDere shone Herr Fritzerl Schnall,Who nefer […]

ICH bin ein Deutscher, und mein name is Cobus Hagelstein,[1]I coom from Cincinnàti, and I life peyond der Rhein;Und I dells you all a shdory dot makes me mad ash blitz,Pout how a Yankee gompany vas shvindle me to fits. I heardt apout dis gompany, und vished to see dot same,Das Lebensfeuerversicherunggesellschaft vos ids name;Dot […]

DERR BREITMANN hear im TurkenreichVas fighten high und low,“Steh auf, oh Schwackenhammer mein!It’s dime for us to go.Zieh dein Kanonenstiefel an,Und schleife Dir das Schwert,Schon lang her han mer nichts gethan,Der Weg ist reitenswerth.”[1] “Oopon vitch side? I hartly knowBoot von side in dis war:Dere ist de holy Russ-landAll mit a holy Tsar;But I pe […]

SHOWING HOW AND WHY IT WAS THAT IT NEVER APPEARED. “Uns ist in alten Maerenwunders viel geseitVon Helden lobebaeren,von grosser Arebeit.Von Festen und Hochzeiten,von Weinen und Klagen,Von kuehnen Recken Streiten,möht Ihr nun Wunder hören sagen.”– Der Nibelungen Lied. DO oos, in anciend shdory,Crate voonders ish peen toldOf lapors fool of glory,Of heroes bluff und bold;Of […]

IT was stiller, dimmer twilight – amber toornin’ into gold,Like young maidens’ hairs get yellow und more dark as dey crow old;Und dere shtood a high ruine vhere de Donau rooshed along,All lofely, yet neclected – like an oldt und silent song. Out shpoke der Ritter Breitmann, “Ven I hafe not forgot,Ich kenn an anciendt […]

VEN de winter make oos shiferUnd de bonds is froze mit ice,To shlide und shkate on de rifer,Mit de poys und gals is nice.Ven de horses hafe deir bits on,Und de roats pe vite mit shnow,To vly in a sleigh like blitzenIs de yolliest dings I know. “Und its high, hooray!” saidt Breitmann“For de gals […]

I. FOR efery Rose dot ploome in spring,Dey say an maid is porn;For efery pain dot Rose vill makeDey say dere comes a dorn.Boot let dem say yoost vot dey will,Dis ding I will soopose,I’ll immer prick mein finger still,If I may pfluck die Ros’.Ach, Rosalein, du schöne mein,[1]Dot man vas nefer bornVot did deserfe […]

Dis tale dat Schmit hafe sell de vight cot so mooch put apout,Dat many of his beoples vere in fery tupious toubt;‘Pove all, dose who were on de make, and easy change deir lodge,Und, pein awfool smart demselfs, pelieve in efery dodge. Vhen de meeding vas gesempled, und dey found no Schmit vas dere,Dey looket […]

Dere’s nodings in dis vorldt so pad, ash all oov us may learn,Boot may shange from dark to lighthood, if loock should dake a doorn;So it hoppinet mit Breitmann, who in spite of sin and Schmit,Gontrifed ad shoost dis yooncture do make a glucky hit. Dey hat sendet out some plackarts to de Deutsche burgers […]