He could have supplied graphics of Our Ruler to the faculties underneath the management of the local training authority as well, however the dimensions of his images did now not conform to the specs permitted by using the local faculties Council. ‘I’m sorry, Mr Petiška,’ the Imperial and Royal regional faculty Inspector said to him as soon as when they met inside the Sheriff’s office, ‘but you’re trying to give us a longer and wider Emperor than the oneprescribed within the nearby schools Council commands of 20th October 1891. The Emperor as defined in the commandsis incredibly shorter. handiest Emperor is 50 cm excessive and 36 cm huge are permitted. Your Emperor is 50 cm excessiveand 40 cm huge. You respond that you have thousand photographs of our Monarch in inventory. Don’t imagine which you’re going to fob off any antique rubbish onto us. Your emperor is shoddy items through and via. And the way they’ve got him up is a scandal. He looks like his whiskers have by no means been combed, there’s an large splash of purple on his nostril and on top of all of it, he’s got a squint.’
whilst Mr Petiška got domestic, he said irritably to his spouse: ‘That antique Emperor of ours has landed us in a prettypickle!’ And this became before the conflict had started out. Mr Petiška had been lumbered, in brief, with thousand pics of the Emperor. while struggle did get away, Mr Petiška become extremely joyful and full of high hopes of moving that merchandise of his. He displayed photographs of the bloodthirsty vintage codger in his keep under the inscription: ‘A good deal! The Emperor Franz Joseph for 15 crowns!’ He offered six: five to the barracks, in which those lithographed pictures of the last of the Habsburgs have been hung up inside the canteens to whip up the keenness of the reservists, and one whichwas bought through old Šimr, the tobacconist. This Austrian patriot beat him right down to 12 crowns and nonethelesscomplained in heartfelt tones that it become sunlight hours theft.
He took out advertisments and supplied the Emperor for sale in country wide Politics and Voice of the humans: ‘In thosehard days, no Czech home ought to be without its portrait of our sorely attempted Monarch, at 15 crowns.’ He didn’t get any orders, however he did get a summons to provide himself at the District Seriff’s workplace, in which he wasknowledgeable that in destiny, he had better keep away from expressions like ‘difficult days’ and ‘sorely attempted’. rather, he must use: ‘superb days’ and ‘successful’. in any other case, he might find himself worried in headaches. So he issued the subsequent advertisement: ‘In those wonderful days, no Czech domestic need to be with out its portrait of our victorious Monarch, at 15 crowns’. however that didn’t work both.
All he obtained become some of obscene communications, wherein his nameless correspondents cautioned him with total frankness to place his pics of the Emperor wherein the monkey maintains its nuts, and yet any other invitation to the Sheriff’s office, where the duty Commissar told him that he need to comply with the manual-lines issued with the aid ofthe Imperial and Royal Correspondence office inside the wording of his classified ads. ‘The Russians are in Hungry, they’ve captured Lvov and got as a long way as Přemyšl. You don’t communicate about “wonderful days” inside the face of all that, Mr Petiška. It sounds as if you are fun yourself, indulging in sarcasm and irony. With ads like that, you may turn out to be inside the castle, in the front of a court docket Martial.’
Mr Petiška promised that he could be careful and composed the following advertisement: ‘each Czech could be satisfiedto sacrifice 15 crowns for the possibility to grasp our aged Monarch in his home.’ The local journals refused to take the commercial. ‘proper God, guy,’ said one managing Editor to him, ‘do you need to get us all shot?’
Mr Petiška went domestic very disillusioned. at the back of his save the parcels containing his inventory of Emperor’s snap shots were lying approximately all over the location. Mr Petiška dipped into one and become horrified by way of what he observed. He looked spherical anxiously and was relieved to find out that nobody had visible him. He commencedgloomily to sweep the dust off the parcel and determined that a few were damp and mouldy. His black tomcat changed into sitting behind the parcels. There can be no shadow of doubt as to who turned into liable for their wet situation. In an try and divert suspicion from itself, the cat started to purr. Mr Petiška threw a brush at the treasonous animal, and it fell silent. In a rage the stationer stormed into the dwelling quarters and growled at his spouse: ‘That bloody animal has got to move! Who’s going to shop for an Emperor that’s been pee’d on via a cat? The Emperor’s mouldy. He’ll need to be dried out, God dammit!’
Mr Petiška’s afternoon nap, which he took even as his wife became looking after the store, become very disturbed. He imagined that the police had come for the black tomcat and that he, too, changed into being taken along side it earlier than a court Martial. Then it seemed as if he and the cat were sentenced to loss of life via hanging and that the cat was the primary to move. And he, Petiška, became blaspheming at the court docket in horrible language. He gave a fearsome shout – and saw his wife standing beside him. ‘Heavens above!’ she said to him reproachfully. ‘The language you’re using! If a person were to hear you want this!’
She pronounced in an agitated voice that she had in the meantime tried to dry the Emperor inside the lawn, however that some stone-throwing hooligans had used him for target-practice ‘and now he looks like a sieve.’
other losses were registered as nicely. The hens had come and sat on one photograph of the Emperor, which becamedrying at the grass, even as they had been going through their digestive tactics and within the situation they have beenin, had grew to become his whiskers green. The younger Saint Bernard belonging to hollowček, the butcher, which was a naïve young element and had no know-how of Paragraph sixty three of the crook Code, had tried to consume pix. That puppy had it in its blood, although. Its mom were destroyed by means of the knacker a yr in the past for eating the banner of the 36th Regiment at the parade ground.
Mr Petiška became now not a satisfied guy. within the wine-cellar that nighttime, he said some thing about the Emperor. the weight of his speech changed into that the authorities in Vienna appeared on the Czechs with mistrust because they weren’t buying images of the Monarch, at 15 crowns a time, from the firm of František Petiška in Mladá Boleslav.
‘convey the price down,’ stated the owner, whilst it became final time. ‘these are tough times. Horejsek is selling his steam-thresher for 300 crowns much less than he gave for it closing year and the Emperor’s inside the identical boat.’
And so Mr Petiška wrote out the subsequent statement and placed it inside the show-case in his shop window: ‘In view of the economic crisis, i am presenting a massive wide variety of beautiful pictures of the Emperor, commonly priced at 15 crowns, for 10 crowns every.’
And over again all become quiet in the store. ‘How’s the Emperor going?’ asked our friend the proprietor of the wine-cellar. ‘Poorly,’ responded Mr Petiška. ‘There’s no demand for the Emperor.’
‘If I had been you, you understand,’ said the owner of the wine-cellar in a personal tone, ‘I’d try to do away with him at any rate, before it’s too past due.’
‘I’ll wait a chunk longer,’ stated Mr Petiška.
And so the sick-disciplined black tomcat endured to sprawl all around the portraits of the Emperor. After eighteen months, the mold had even reached the Emperors at the bottom of the pile. The Austrians had been at the way out and Austria as a whole was like some thing the cat had introduced in.
after which Mr Petiška took paper and pencil and worked out with a heavy heart that he wasn’t going to get rich this manner and that if he bought the Emperor for two crowns he’d nonetheless make a crown on every portrait.
And he devised some effective publicity. He positioned a portrait inside the display case and wrote underneath: ‘This historical Monarch decreased from 15 to 2 crowns.’
All Mladá Boleslav got here that same day to Mr Petiška’s store, to peer how shares within the Habsburg dynasty had all of sudden fallen via the floor.
And that night time the police got here for Mr Petiška, and after that matters moved hastily. They shut down the store and they arrested Mr Petiška and brought him earlier than a courtroom Martial for committing an offence against public peace and order. The Ex-Servicemen’s Society expelled him at an remarkable Plenary consultation.
Mr Petiška were given 13 months of difficult labour. He ought to truly have got 5 years, however it changed into argued in mitigation that he had once fought for Austria at the war of Custozza. And the parcels of pix of the Emperor had beenimpounded inside the meanwhile in the army depository in Terezína, expecting the hour of liberation whilst, at theliquidation of Austria, some enterprising tradesman will wrap his cheeses in them.
whilst Mr Petiška got domestic, he said irritably to his spouse: ‘That antique Emperor of ours has landed us in a prettypickle!’ And this became before the conflict had started out. Mr Petiška had been lumbered, in brief, with thousand pics of the Emperor. while struggle did get away, Mr Petiška become extremely joyful and full of high hopes of moving that merchandise of his. He displayed photographs of the bloodthirsty vintage codger in his keep under the inscription: ‘A good deal! The Emperor Franz Joseph for 15 crowns!’ He offered six: five to the barracks, in which those lithographed pictures of the last of the Habsburgs have been hung up inside the canteens to whip up the keenness of the reservists, and one whichwas bought through old Šimr, the tobacconist. This Austrian patriot beat him right down to 12 crowns and nonethelesscomplained in heartfelt tones that it become sunlight hours theft.
He took out advertisments and supplied the Emperor for sale in country wide Politics and Voice of the humans: ‘In thosehard days, no Czech home ought to be without its portrait of our sorely attempted Monarch, at 15 crowns.’ He didn’t get any orders, however he did get a summons to provide himself at the District Seriff’s workplace, in which he wasknowledgeable that in destiny, he had better keep away from expressions like ‘difficult days’ and ‘sorely attempted’. rather, he must use: ‘superb days’ and ‘successful’. in any other case, he might find himself worried in headaches. So he issued the subsequent advertisement: ‘In those wonderful days, no Czech domestic need to be with out its portrait of our victorious Monarch, at 15 crowns’. however that didn’t work both.
All he obtained become some of obscene communications, wherein his nameless correspondents cautioned him with total frankness to place his pics of the Emperor wherein the monkey maintains its nuts, and yet any other invitation to the Sheriff’s office, where the duty Commissar told him that he need to comply with the manual-lines issued with the aid ofthe Imperial and Royal Correspondence office inside the wording of his classified ads. ‘The Russians are in Hungry, they’ve captured Lvov and got as a long way as Přemyšl. You don’t communicate about “wonderful days” inside the face of all that, Mr Petiška. It sounds as if you are fun yourself, indulging in sarcasm and irony. With ads like that, you may turn out to be inside the castle, in the front of a court docket Martial.’
Mr Petiška promised that he could be careful and composed the following advertisement: ‘each Czech could be satisfiedto sacrifice 15 crowns for the possibility to grasp our aged Monarch in his home.’ The local journals refused to take the commercial. ‘proper God, guy,’ said one managing Editor to him, ‘do you need to get us all shot?’
Mr Petiška went domestic very disillusioned. at the back of his save the parcels containing his inventory of Emperor’s snap shots were lying approximately all over the location. Mr Petiška dipped into one and become horrified by way of what he observed. He looked spherical anxiously and was relieved to find out that nobody had visible him. He commencedgloomily to sweep the dust off the parcel and determined that a few were damp and mouldy. His black tomcat changed into sitting behind the parcels. There can be no shadow of doubt as to who turned into liable for their wet situation. In an try and divert suspicion from itself, the cat started to purr. Mr Petiška threw a brush at the treasonous animal, and it fell silent. In a rage the stationer stormed into the dwelling quarters and growled at his spouse: ‘That bloody animal has got to move! Who’s going to shop for an Emperor that’s been pee’d on via a cat? The Emperor’s mouldy. He’ll need to be dried out, God dammit!’
Mr Petiška’s afternoon nap, which he took even as his wife became looking after the store, become very disturbed. He imagined that the police had come for the black tomcat and that he, too, changed into being taken along side it earlier than a court Martial. Then it seemed as if he and the cat were sentenced to loss of life via hanging and that the cat was the primary to move. And he, Petiška, became blaspheming at the court docket in horrible language. He gave a fearsome shout – and saw his wife standing beside him. ‘Heavens above!’ she said to him reproachfully. ‘The language you’re using! If a person were to hear you want this!’
She pronounced in an agitated voice that she had in the meantime tried to dry the Emperor inside the lawn, however that some stone-throwing hooligans had used him for target-practice ‘and now he looks like a sieve.’
other losses were registered as nicely. The hens had come and sat on one photograph of the Emperor, which becamedrying at the grass, even as they had been going through their digestive tactics and within the situation they have beenin, had grew to become his whiskers green. The younger Saint Bernard belonging to hollowček, the butcher, which was a naïve young element and had no know-how of Paragraph sixty three of the crook Code, had tried to consume pix. That puppy had it in its blood, although. Its mom were destroyed by means of the knacker a yr in the past for eating the banner of the 36th Regiment at the parade ground.
Mr Petiška became now not a satisfied guy. within the wine-cellar that nighttime, he said some thing about the Emperor. the weight of his speech changed into that the authorities in Vienna appeared on the Czechs with mistrust because they weren’t buying images of the Monarch, at 15 crowns a time, from the firm of František Petiška in Mladá Boleslav.
‘convey the price down,’ stated the owner, whilst it became final time. ‘these are tough times. Horejsek is selling his steam-thresher for 300 crowns much less than he gave for it closing year and the Emperor’s inside the identical boat.’
And so Mr Petiška wrote out the subsequent statement and placed it inside the show-case in his shop window: ‘In view of the economic crisis, i am presenting a massive wide variety of beautiful pictures of the Emperor, commonly priced at 15 crowns, for 10 crowns every.’
And over again all become quiet in the store. ‘How’s the Emperor going?’ asked our friend the proprietor of the wine-cellar. ‘Poorly,’ responded Mr Petiška. ‘There’s no demand for the Emperor.’
‘If I had been you, you understand,’ said the owner of the wine-cellar in a personal tone, ‘I’d try to do away with him at any rate, before it’s too past due.’
‘I’ll wait a chunk longer,’ stated Mr Petiška.
And so the sick-disciplined black tomcat endured to sprawl all around the portraits of the Emperor. After eighteen months, the mold had even reached the Emperors at the bottom of the pile. The Austrians had been at the way out and Austria as a whole was like some thing the cat had introduced in.
after which Mr Petiška took paper and pencil and worked out with a heavy heart that he wasn’t going to get rich this manner and that if he bought the Emperor for two crowns he’d nonetheless make a crown on every portrait.
And he devised some effective publicity. He positioned a portrait inside the display case and wrote underneath: ‘This historical Monarch decreased from 15 to 2 crowns.’
All Mladá Boleslav got here that same day to Mr Petiška’s store, to peer how shares within the Habsburg dynasty had all of sudden fallen via the floor.
And that night time the police got here for Mr Petiška, and after that matters moved hastily. They shut down the store and they arrested Mr Petiška and brought him earlier than a courtroom Martial for committing an offence against public peace and order. The Ex-Servicemen’s Society expelled him at an remarkable Plenary consultation.
Mr Petiška were given 13 months of difficult labour. He ought to truly have got 5 years, however it changed into argued in mitigation that he had once fought for Austria at the war of Custozza. And the parcels of pix of the Emperor had beenimpounded inside the meanwhile in the army depository in Terezína, expecting the hour of liberation whilst, at theliquidation of Austria, some enterprising tradesman will wrap his cheeses in them.
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