It appeared to him that something was going on, and sticking his awl in the door of his car, he walked blandly up the street to where the remnant of the crowd formed a half circle around the butcher.

He crowded through, saying, "Look out, the mayor is coming.

Stand one side yet for the mayor!" The butcher looked and saw before him the round, innocent face of the mayor, topped by the mayor's round bald head.

He raised his large, fat hand, and in vent for all his injured feelings brought it down, smack! On the smooth bald spot.
"Ouw-etch!" said the mayor.
He was surprised.

He backed away and rubbed the top of his head, and what he said next was a rapid string of real, genuine German; exclamations, compound tenses, and irregular verbs and all that makes German a useful, forceful language.