Seen in Germany . on as I havefrequently heard it, would certainly make his for-tune. Next to this in ludicrousness is the Cock-ney English of many porters and waiters, learned,I have no doubt, within the sound of Bow of the language acquirements of the waiter-class is, however, barely skin deep. Talk aboutfood, forks, and fees, and the waiter understands in-stantly; but ask him a question outside of the realmof the dining-room, and he is lost, and so are Germans of the better class come to Americato learn the language; but this, as I understand, islooked upon with disfavor
Seen in Germany . on as I havefrequently heard it, would certainly make his for-tune. Next to this in ludicrousness is the Cock-ney English of many porters and waiters, learned,I have no doubt, within the sound of Bow of the language acquirements of the waiter-class is, however, barely skin deep. Talk aboutfood, forks, and fees, and the waiter understands in-stantly; but ask him a question outside of the realmof the dining-room, and he is lost, and so are Germans of the better class come to Americato learn the language; but this, as I understand, islooked upon with disfavor, for many of those whocome never return, finding undreamed-of businesschances here, to say nothing of plenty of Germansociety. I met a young German, the son of ageneral in the imperial army, who was, moreover,a von. He had been in New York for nearly Common Things 29 two years, he spoke English fluently, and he wasreturning to do his final service of four weeks in thearmy. A military career in Germany was open to. A German Double-Deck Tram-Car him, and it had been his intention in America merelyto learn the language; but he liked American life sowell that he had decided to return and make hishome in New York. A hundred and one small things point significantly 30 Seen in German^ to the recent remarkable developments in Germany,and they are quite as convincing as the difficult gov-ernment statistics of industrial progress, exports, andgrowth of population. In no fewer than three hotelsat which I stopped, I was lighted to bed with anold-fashioned candle in a quaint brass candlestick,and in each case the porter apologized, and ex-plained that they were just then fitting the buildingwith electricity, and that in another month or moreevery room would have its own incandescent in America have been content to take our pro-gress more slowly. From the candle-stage we rose tothe kerosene-oil lamp, and from that we drifted tothe gaslight-stage, and that in turn was supersededby e
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