STIRRING TIMES IN AUSTRIA
Gregroig (the echo, swelling out his shirt-front). "Yes, keep quiet, pimp!"
Schonerer (to Lueger). "Political mountebank! *
Prochazka (to Schonerer). "Drunken clown! *
During the final hour of the sitting many happy phrases were distributed through the proceedings. Among them were these and they are strikingly good ones:
Blatherskite !
Blackguard !
Scoundrel !
Brothel-daddy!
This last was the contribution of Dr. Gessman, and gave great satisfaction. And deservedly. It seems to me that it was one of the most sparkling things that was said during the whole evening.
At half-past two in the morning the House ad journed. The victory was with the Opposition. No; not quite that. The effective part of it was snatched away from them by an unlawful exercise of Presidential force another contribution toward driving the mistreated Minority out of their minds.
At other sittings of the parliament, gentlemen of the Opposition, shaking their fists toward the Presi dent, addressed him as "Polish Dog." At one sit ting an angry deputy turned upon a colleague and
shouted :
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You must try to imagine what it was. If I should
offer it even in the original it would probably not get
by the Magazine editor s blue pencil; to offer a
translation would be to waste my ink, of course,
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