Fiddles — Francis Hopkinson Smith / F. Hopkinson Smith

" ...] "Then the landlady broke out in a fresh place: 'No public-house for you This is my treat All of you come inside. Gretchen, get the mugs full-all the mugs-Sit down Sit down The Herr Painter at the top of the table, the Herr Feudels-Shimmer on the right; all the other Herrs anywhere in between. Hock the Mahler Hock the Hunter Hock everybody but the cobbler ' Here a groan went round. 'Hock Hip and Blather skitzen for the good and honorable Mayor, who always loves the people ' "'And Hock too, for the honorable and good gendarme ' laughed Fiddles, dropping into his chair. 'But for him I would be in the lock-up instead of basking in the smiles of two such lovely women as the fascinating landlady and the bewitching ...]."