Life — February 26, 1914 — page 10: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

(From the original German of Richard Whanger.) Caste. SincFRAUD, @ sawmill tenor. Grunter, an ungodly baritone. Hocan, a foghorn bass. Broomwietoer, a beefy soprano. Gorrrunes, a peroxide contralto, Rhinestone maidens, so- called because they are brilliant but worthless. Prelude. CENE.on the Walkure’s Rock, Wal- kure meaning Walking Delegates. Enter Singfraud and Broomwielder from the cave. (Webster translates this word “den”. Worcester has it more properly “ dive”.) Sincrraup (mastifully) : Wie gehts, guten morgen, fathedd. Broomwieiper: Ein swei drei fier, schlafen sie wohl. | (He gives her the famous Tammany Ring, she in return presenting him with her horse. The original German words are, “ Bismark herring fahrenheit dusseldorf prosit,” FRESHCHILDE Getunpa WasHWINDA “AN OLD HEAD ON YOUNG SHOULDERS” " EAR E Goldarnerung or “ That is a horse on him.” He rides away winding his pfischhorn. Then he winds his watch, It is morning.) First Act. Scene in the Hall of the Gettbusys on the Rind. Grunter, Gotprunes and Hogan are sipping kirschwasser from kohlhodz. Gruner (grossmuttering) : perlmutter weber und fieldz. Gorrrunes (who is a hofbrau, or highbrow): Hammerstein annaheld klaw und erlanger. bethoven meyer- beer. Hocan (savagely): Frohman shu- bert ziegfeld hoboken. (Seeing Sing- fraud in the distance, he unlocks the hostum gate.) Sincrraup (entering on the rhine- horseros): Pumpernickel wienerwurst milwaukee sauerkraut frankfurter. (Ties his horse to an anheuser bush.) Gotrprunes: Ach mein lieber augus- tin zinzinnati ohoho. (Offers him a flagon of Bumwein. He drinks it and loses conscientiousness. The clock strikes seven, It is noon.) Second Act. Potash Scene, a rocky-looking slope leading to the Rind. Hogan discovered playing on a doghaus. Stagehand discovered scooting for the wings. Hocan (who is a sawdorf): Schweizer kase nuremburg pitzburg schwarzbrod. (Vassals and vassar- girls heard yodeling and canoodeling in the distance. Enter Singfraud R. U. E-fully.) Sincrraup (tenorifically): Kaiser wilhelm der grocer, nix furstay, wiener schnitzel, Gorprunes (entering with schlitz in her skirt): Vere oh vere iss mein leedle dhoggorn. Lager beir und pretzel. (Broomwielder arrives by the eight-fifteen boat. She is clad in a complete suit of femail. Grunter en- ters from the bar, where he has been barring the tango.) BroomwieLper (sadder budweiser) : Allegheny mauch chunk spuyten duyvil. Gorrrunes (snooperciliously): Nix cum arouse, kartofelen salad. (This is unkind. Their fathers worked in the same brewery.) Sincrraup (unable to strain him- self): Dampschiff! (He need not have said that. It was too brutal.) BrooMWwIELpER (angosturily): Die wacht am rhein, nord deutschen Ioyd. (The meaning here is somewhat ob- scure, but in all probability it refers to cold storage eggs.) Ritschmann poor- mann begarmann tief. (The moon rises in the west. It is night.) Third Act. Scene, a gneiss landscape with a lit- tle water on the side. The rhinestone maidens are swimming about, clad only in agility. They sing the leitmotif: Wo ist das deutschen vaterland; Vere grows der leedle German band, Vere limburger iss someding grand? Rouse mit em! Sincrraup (appearing behind a great bluff): Dachshund liederkranz der freischutz wanderlust Lorelei. (The maidens exit, angry at being called loreliars. Hogan enters with Grunter, who ts Hogan’s ally.) Hocan: Weissbier wurzburger pabst und piel. (Jabs Singfraud with @ poisund needl.) Stncrraup: Katzenelenbogen, ja wohl, der teufel. (Two ravens circle about. He dies raven mad. The scene changes to the Hall of the Gettbusys. Enter Gotprunes ina nightrobe de- signed by Hearsay and trimmed with vacillation.) Gorrrunes: Bingen coblenz drach- enfels, so ist gut. (Broomwielder hearing the clamor enters with an air of superiority and bathroom slippers.) Broomwietper: Gluck auf, seben pfennige, ehrenbreitstein. (Vassals bring in Singfraud’s body and place it on the puneral fyre. Broomwielder mounts on the horse we saw—thence called the saw-horse—and spurns it into the flames. She gets a volume of burns and is destroyed. The river rises and drowns out everything but the brass in the orchestra, It is midnight and the last car has gone.) Der kurtn pfalz. Quincy Kilby,