At the end, the chairman calls "Prosit!" Everyone answers "Prosit!" and the next moment every glass is empty.

The pianist rises and bows, and is bowed to in return; and then the Fraulein enters to refill the glasses.
Between the songs, toasts are proposed and responded to; but there is little cheering, and less laughter.

Smiles and grave nods of approval are considered as more seeming among German students.
A particular toast, called a Salamander, accorded to some guest as a special distinction, is drunk with exceptional solemnity.
"We will now," says the chairman, "a Salamander rub" ("Einen Salamander reiben").

We all rise, and stand like a regiment at attention.
"Is the stuff prepared ?" ("Sind die stoffe parat ?") demands the chairman.
"Sunt," we answer, with one voice.
"Ad exercitium Salamandri," says the chairman, and we are ready.
"Eins!" We rub our glasses with a circular motion on the table.
"Zwei!" Again the glasses growl; also at "Drei!" "Drink!" ("Bibite!") And with mechanical unison every glass is emptied and held on high.
"Eins!" says the chairman.

The foot of every empty glass twirls upon the table, producing a sound as of the dragging back of a stony beach by a receding wave.
"Zwei!" The roll swells and sinks again.
"Drei!" The glasses strike the table with a single crash, and we are in our seats again.
The sport at the Kneipe is for two students to insult each other (in play, of course), and to then challenge each other to a drinking duel.