bondage of the Wandervogel. A defiant assertion of youth as suaged the feeling that society did not want or need them. This could be only temporary surcease, for gymnastics, hiking, and singing were no answer and no escape from real problems.
was born in Germany in 1898. He is the author of many short stories, a number of popular novels, and several plays. He attracted most attention with tragi-comic studies of tramps and vagabonds. He has had one novel of this type published in the United States, and another in England. He remained in Germany after Hitler came to power, and nothing has been heard of him for a number of years.
from Salute to Heaven by MANFRED HAUSMANN, translated by Caroline Fredrick
NAUHEIM is a wonderful town with its parks and its white villas, its hot and cold springs shooting into the air, its arcades and tennis courts, its porters and fine carriages; at every corner the pavements slope down into the streets without any intervening step, so that the sick millionaires may be as comfortable as possible when they go out for a walk. Sometime I'd like to stay here a week, but I'd have to have a pile of money to squander, twenty or thirty marks at least.
The visitors at this resort don't know how lucky they are. I meet them shuffling along in a bad humor, and sighing as if they were hard at work and having a beastly time of it. To make them realize their fine clothes, their ties and well-groomed faces, I mean so that they will see the difference, I go to the Kurgarten and sit down among them, with a Police Gazette, that I found, in my hands. But I can't imagine what sort of sulky fools they must be. Instead of being happy over their pants without a wrinkle, their sleeves with no holes at the elbow, their boots not cracked open like mine-- especially the boots, for they need only glance at them, I mean at what is left, to be at once convinced that they are blest with vast