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A Tramp Abroad
CHAPTER IV - Student Life - The Laborious Beer King
Mark Twain
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       _ The summer semester was in full tide; consequently the
       most frequent figure in and about Heidelberg was
       the student. Most of the students were Germans,
       of course, but the representatives of foreign lands
       were very numerous. They hailed from every corner
       of the globe--for instruction is cheap in Heidelberg,
       and so is living, too. The Anglo-American Club,
       composed of British and American students, had twenty-five
       members, and there was still much material left to draw from.
       Nine-tenths of the Heidelberg students wore no badge
       or uniform; the other tenth wore caps of various colors,
       and belonged to social organizations called "corps." There
       were five corps, each with a color of its own; there were
       white caps, blue caps, and red, yellow, and green ones.
       The famous duel-fighting is confined to the "corps" boys.
       The "KNEIP" seems to be a specialty of theirs, too.
       Kneips are held, now and then, to celebrate great occasions,
       like the election of a beer king, for instance.
       The solemnity is simple; the five corps assemble at night,
       and at a signal they all fall loading themselves with beer,
       out of pint-mugs, as fast as possible, and each man keeps
       his own count--usually by laying aside a lucifer match
       for each mud he empties. The election is soon decided.
       When the candidates can hold no more, a count is instituted
       and the one who has drank the greatest number of pints is
       proclaimed king. I was told that the last beer king elected
       by the corps--or by his own capabilities--emptied his mug
       seventy-five times. No stomach could hold all that quantity
       at one time, of course--but there are ways of frequently
       creating a vacuum, which those who have been much at sea
       will understand.
       One sees so many students abroad at all hours, that he
       presently begins to wonder if they ever have any
       working-hours. Some of them have, some of them haven't.
       Each can choose for himself whether he will work or play;
       for German university life is a very free life;
       it seems to have no restraints. The student does not live
       in the college buildings, but hires his own lodgings,
       in any locality he prefers, and he takes his meals when
       and where he pleases. He goes to bed when it suits him,
       and does not get up at all unless he wants to.
       He is not entered at the university for any particular
       length of time; so he is likely to change about.
       He passes no examinations upon entering college.
       He merely pays a trifling fee of five or ten dollars,
       receives a card entitling him to the privileges of
       the university, and that is the end of it. He is now ready
       for business--or play, as he shall prefer. If he elects
       to work, he finds a large list of lectures to choose from.
       He selects the subjects which he will study, and enters
       his name for these studies; but he can skip attendance.
       The result of this system is, that lecture-courses upon
       specialties of an unusual nature are often delivered
       to very slim audiences, while those upon more practical
       and every-day matters of education are delivered to very
       large ones. I heard of one case where, day after day,
       the lecturer's audience consisted of three students--and always
       the same three. But one day two of them remained away.
       The lecturer began as usual --
       "Gentlemen," --then, without a smile, he corrected himself,
       saying --
       "Sir," --and went on with his discourse.
       It is said that the vast majority of the Heidelberg students
       are hard workers, and make the most of their opportunities;
       that they have no surplus means to spend in dissipation,
       and no time to spare for frolicking. One lecture follows
       right on the heels of another, with very little time
       for the student to get out of one hall and into the next;
       but the industrious ones manage it by going on a trot.
       The professors assist them in the saving of their time
       by being promptly in their little boxed-up pulpits when the
       hours strike, and as promptly out again when the hour finishes.
       I entered an empty lecture-room one day just before the
       clock struck. The place had simple, unpainted pine desks
       and benches for about two hundred persons.
       About a minute before the clock struck, a hundred
       and fifty students swarmed in, rushed to their seats,
       immediately spread open their notebooks and dipped their
       pens in ink. When the clock began to strike, a burly
       professor entered, was received with a round of applause,
       moved swiftly down the center aisle, said "Gentlemen,"
       and began to talk as he climbed his pulpit steps; and by
       the time he had arrived in his box and faced his audience,
       his lecture was well under way and all the pens were going.
       He had no notes, he talked with prodigious rapidity and
       energy for an hour--then the students began to remind
       him in certain well-understood ways that his time was up;
       he seized his hat, still talking, proceeded swiftly down
       his pulpit steps, got out the last word of his discourse
       as he struck the floor; everybody rose respectfully,
       and he swept rapidly down the aisle and disappeared.
       An instant rush for some other lecture-room followed,
       and in a minute I was alone with the empty benches
       once more.
       Yes, without doubt, idle students are not the rule.
       Out of eight hundred in the town, I knew the faces of only
       about fifty; but these I saw everywhere, and daily.
       They walked about the streets and the wooded hills,
       they drove in cabs, they boated on the river, they sipped
       beer and coffee, afternoons, in the Schloss gardens.
       A good many of them wore colored caps of the corps.
       They were finely and fashionably dressed, their manners
       were quite superb, and they led an easy, careless,
       comfortable life. If a dozen of them sat together and a lady
       or a gentleman passed whom one of them knew and saluted,
       they all rose to their feet and took off their caps.
       The members of a corps always received a fellow-member
       in this way, too; but they paid no attention to members
       of other corps; they did not seem to see them. This was not
       a discourtesy; it was only a part of the elaborate and rigid
       corps etiquette.
       There seems to be no chilly distance existing between the
       German students and the professor; but, on the contrary,
       a companionable intercourse, the opposite of chilliness
       and reserve. When the professor enters a beer-hall
       in the evening where students are gathered together,
       these rise up and take off their caps, and invite the old
       gentleman to sit with them and partake. He accepts,
       and the pleasant talk and the beer flow for an hour or two,
       and by and by the professor, properly charged and comfortable,
       gives a cordial good night, while the students stand
       bowing and uncovered; and then he moves on his happy
       way homeward with all his vast cargo of learning afloat
       in his hold. Nobody finds fault or feels outraged;
       no harm has been done.
       It seemed to be a part of corps etiquette to keep a dog
       or so, too. I mean a corps dog--the common property of
       the organization, like the corps steward or head servant;
       then there are other dogs, owned by individuals.
       On a summer afternoon in the Castle gardens, I have
       seen six students march solemnly into the grounds,
       in single file, each carrying a bright Chinese parasol
       and leading a prodigious dog by a string. It was a very
       imposing spectacle. Sometimes there would be as many
       dogs around the pavilion as students; and of all breeds
       and of all degrees of beauty and ugliness. These dogs
       had a rather dry time of it; for they were tied to the
       benches and had no amusement for an hour or two at a time
       except what they could get out of pawing at the gnats,
       or trying to sleep and not succeeding. However, they got
       a lump of sugar occasionally--they were fond of that.
       It seemed right and proper that students should indulge in dogs;
       but everybody else had them, too--old men and young ones,
       old women and nice young ladies. If there is one spectacle
       that is unpleasanter than another, it is that of an
       elegantly dressed young lady towing a dog by a string.
       It is said to be the sign and symbol of blighted love.
       It seems to me that some other way of advertising it might
       be devised, which would be just as conspicuous and yet
       not so trying to the proprieties.
       It would be a mistake to suppose that the easy-going
       pleasure-seeking student carries an empty head.
       Just the contrary. He has spent nine years in the gymnasium,
       under a system which allowed him no freedom, but vigorously
       compelled him to work like a slave. Consequently, he has
       left the gymnasium with an education which is so extensive
       and complete, that the most a university can do for it
       is to perfect some of its profounder specialties.
       It is said that when a pupil leaves the gymnasium, he not
       only has a comprehensive education, but he KNOWS what he
       knows--it is not befogged with uncertainty, it is burnt
       into him so that it will stay. For instance, he does not
       merely read and write Greek, but speaks it; the same with
       the Latin. Foreign youth steer clear of the gymnasium;
       its rules are too severe. They go to the university
       to put a mansard roof on their whole general education;
       but the German student already has his mansard roof, so he
       goes there to add a steeple in the nature of some specialty,
       such as a particular branch of law, or diseases of the eye,
       or special study of the ancient Gothic tongues.
       So this German attends only the lectures which belong
       to the chosen branch, and drinks his beer and tows his dog
       around and has a general good time the rest of the day.
       He has been in rigid bondage so long that the large liberty
       of the university life is just what he needs and likes
       and thoroughly appreciates; and as it cannot last forever,
       he makes the most of it while it does last, and so lays
       up a good rest against the day that must see him put on
       the chains once more and enter the slavery of official
       or professional life. _
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CHAPTER I - The Knighted Knave of Bergen
CHAPTER II - Heidelberg - Landing a Monarch at Heidelberg
CHAPTER III - Baker's Bluejay Yarn - What Stumped the Blue Jays
CHAPTER IV - Student Life - The Laborious Beer King
CHAPTER V - At the Students' Dueling-Ground - Dueling by Wholesale
CHAPTER VI - A Sport that Sometimes Kills
CHAPTER VII - How Bismark Fought
CHAPTER VIII - The Great French Duel - I Second Gambetta in a Terrific Duel
CHAPTER IX - What the Beautiful Maiden Said
CHAPTER X - How Wagner Operas Bang Along
CHAPTER XI - I Paint a "Turner"
CHAPTER XII - What the Wives Saved
CHAPTER XIII - My Long Crawl in the Dark
CHAPTER XIV - Rafting Down the Neckar
CHAPTER XV - Down the River - Charming Waterside Pictures
CHAPTER XVI - An Ancient Legend of the Rhine - The Lorelei
CHAPTER XVII - Why Germans Wear Spectacles
CHAPTER XVIII - The Kindly Courtesy of Germans
CHAPTER XIX - The Deadly Jest of Dilsberg
CHAPTER XX - My Precious, Priceless Tear-Jug
CHAPTER XXI - Insolent Shopkeepers and Gabbling Americans
CHAPTER XXII - The Black Forest and Its Treasures
CHAPTER XXIII - Nicodemus Dodge and the Skeleton
CHAPTER XXIV - I Protect the Empress of Germany
CHAPTER XXV - Hunted by the Little Chamois
CHAPTER XXVI - The Nest of the Cuckoo-clock
CHAPTER XXVII - I Spare an Awful Bore
CHAPTER XXVIII - The Jodel and Its Native Wilds
CHAPTER XXIX - Looking West for Sunrise
CHAPTER XXX - Harris Climbs Mountains for Me
CHAPTER XXXI - Alp-scaling by Carriage
CHAPTER XXXII - The Jungfrau, the Bride, and the Piano
CHAPTER XXXIII - We Climb Far--by Buggy
CHAPTER XXXIV - The World's Highest Pig Farm
CHAPTER XXXV - Swindling the Coroner
CHAPTER XXXVI - The Fiendish Fun of Alp-climbing