Our efforts miss the cultured touch
By which we saw your own inspired;
They leave--beside the model--much,
Oh very much to be desired;
We've no excuse except to say
We were not built the German way.
But why these wails and tears and whines?
I must assume that they are bluff,
That, as compared with your designs,
You find our terms are easy stuff,
And, with your tongue against your cheek,
You'll sign the lot within a week.
O.S.
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THE BEETLE OF BUDA-PESTH.
AN UNRECORDED EPISODE OF THE GREAT WAR.
The War being now practically at an end and Austria-Hungary
irrevocably broken up, I am able to recount an adventure, in which
I was involved, that occurred at Buda-Pesth in the second week of
August, 1914.
Seated at a cafe on the famous Franz-Josef Quai, I was sipping coffee,
after an excellent lunch, with Frederick, whose surname I will not
mention in case I get into trouble for relating the incident before
Peace is actually signed. The sun shone joyously down upon the
kaleidoscope of gaily dressed people promenading by the cool waters
of the Danube, and we sat engrossed--I in the charm of the scene, and
Frederick in that of individual beauties who passed to and fro.
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