The headmaster at Kassel's esteemed art academy took one look at the messy paintbox presented by the tousle-haired young applicant. "Nein," said he. After all, would a violinist treat his instrument that way? It was a bad moment for the awkward Hessian farmer's son until he remembered a good school in Karlsruhe on the Rhine. There the examiner, with more tact, looked over the madcap paintings on cardboard, asked, "Do you really think we ought to take you?" "With my talent," the youth burst out, "you've got to!"
Poor Plumbing. Today Horst Antes is...
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