It was carnival season, and all over West Germany's Roman Catholic areasthe Rhineland, Swabia and Bavariarespectable Germans were kicking up their heels with Teutonic thoroughness. If Germany's celebrators lack in some measure the Latin spontaneity of those in Rio or New Orleans at Mardi gras time, they make up for it in doggedness. For sheer boisterous hell-raising, carnival time in Bavaria is unsurpassed anywhere. The methodical police methodically overlook the most flagrant disturbances of the peace. The right of every householder and tenant to hold at least one riotous party on his premises is often written into his lease, and...
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