WIEGAND
They're turning the whole place upside down.
MRS. WELZEL
You'd think there was something in the air.
_JAEGER and BECKER arm in arm, at the head of a troop of young
weavers, march noisily through the outer room and enter the bar._
JAEGER
Halt! To your places!
[_The new arrivals sit down at the various tables, and begin to talk
to other weavers already seated there._
HORNIG
[_Calls out to BECKER._] What's up now, Becker, that you've got together
a crowd like this?
BECKER
[_Significantly._] Who knows but something may be goin' to happen? Eh,
Moritz?
HORNIG
Come, come, lads. Don't you be a-gettin' of yourselves into mischief.
BECKER
Blood's flowed already. Would you like to see it?
[_He pulls up his sleeve and shows bleeding tattoo-marks on the upper
part of his arm. Many of the other young weavers do the same._
BECKER
We've been at barber Schmidt's gettin' ourselves vaccinated.
HORNIG
Now the thing's explained. Little wonder there's such an uproar in the
place, with a band of young rapscallions like you paradin' round.
JAEGER
[_Consequentially, in a loud voice._] You may bring two quarts at once,
Welzel! I pay.
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