"I received this," he announced, "less than three weeks ago from the hands of the Kaiser himself."
Guard it carefully, though, for it is signed by the Kaiser himself.
Some said the Kaiser was doubtlessly already there, and there was a great deal of damning Belgium.
Placing a palm upon the sill of the window he vaulted into the room into the midst of an astounded company of the Kaiser's officers.
"But the American
Kaiser would not take every- body.
You are only one of your kind--they are all like you from the
Kaiser down.
Kaiser Alexander hoch!"*[2] said he, quoting words often repeated by the German landlord.
They brought us hot soup and coffee, and then those who were not on duty sat around and helped me damn the
Kaiser and his brood.
A herd of zebras grazed where once the German
kaiser may have reviewed his troops.
Telephony has always been in high favor with the
Kaiser. It is his custom, when planning a hunting party, to have a special wire strung to the forest headquarters, so that he can converse every morning with his Cabinet.
Such a wife as that would wish to push him, and he could hardly admit to himself that this was what fate had in reserve for him--to be propelled in his career by a young lady who would perhaps attempt to talk to the
Kaiser as he had heard her the other night talk to the President.
But in his best days (I mean, of course, his worst) Flambeau was a figure as statuesque and international as the
Kaiser. Almost every morning the daily paper announced that he had escaped the consequences of one extraordinary crime by committing another.