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AN ART-STUDENT AT MUNICH.
themselves like shaggy dogs,—have white cloths pinned
round their necks as though they were going to be shaved,
—and have very grand medals hung round their necks sus-
pended by gaudy ribbons.
The procession retires across the market-place to its
“ Herberge” and the crowd disperses,—but disperses only
to reassemble in various public-houses for the merriment
of the afternoon and night. That night and the next day
are “ the maddest, merriest of all the year.” Music is
everywhere—dancing everywhere. It is the end of the
Carnival. Ash-Wednesday comes,—and then, all is gloom.
AN ART-STUDENT AT MUNICH.
themselves like shaggy dogs,—have white cloths pinned
round their necks as though they were going to be shaved,
—and have very grand medals hung round their necks sus-
pended by gaudy ribbons.
The procession retires across the market-place to its
“ Herberge” and the crowd disperses,—but disperses only
to reassemble in various public-houses for the merriment
of the afternoon and night. That night and the next day
are “ the maddest, merriest of all the year.” Music is
everywhere—dancing everywhere. It is the end of the
Carnival. Ash-Wednesday comes,—and then, all is gloom.