reasons, he was on the point of taking his own life. Some people
regarded this as nothing really new. Most people were excited. The
newspapers carried exciting notices. A fund to find Schulz' body was
established. An owner of a factory donated a tasteful coffin.

Woods and fields were searched. All the lakes were probed with long
poles. No trace of Schulz was found. They already wanted to give up
the search, when they found him disfigured, in a middle-level hotel
in a distant suburb. On a windy pond he had contracted influenza,
which had kept him in bed for a week. He was found on the creaky
steps of the hotel, covered with many blankets and shawls,
experimenting with the idea of carrying out his intention of
committing suicide. It was not difficult to dissuade him, and he was
brought in triumph back to the city. The coffin was sold off. From
the profits and the remainder of the fund to find Schulz' body a
party for Bohemians was organized-Gottschalk Schulz himself was
enthroned as Faust, world-weary, in a corner. The gifted Doctor
Berthold Bryller appeared as one of the wealthy literati. Lutz Laus
played the Pope. The high school teacher Spinoza Spass--the clown of
the Cafe Kloesschen--had wrapped a Siegfried-costume around his belly,
and given himself a Goethe haircut. The lyric poet Mueller soon lay
like a green, drunken corpse. Kuno Kohn, who had made a formal
reconciliation with Schulz, came as himself. Lisel Liblichlein also
came with him, wearing a rustic outfit. The others scuttled back and
forth wildly among themselves, screeching like Chinese, chimpanzees,
Gods, nightwatchmen, sophisticates. The whole crowd from the Cafe
Kloesschen was present.

Lisel Liblichlein danced on this tumultuous, screaming night only