From (but not of) Paris

The American narrator of this correspondence is on a trip across Austria. He reaches the Bavarian border and is stopped by an inconveniently inquisitive guard. After a tangent to a related story about how he left his passport in Germany and entered Austria without it, the narrator returns to his current problem of reaching Bavaria. He is made to return to where he came from. He is incensed, but all problems are solved when he returns to the border with the necessary papers.

The writer makes many comments on how wonderful the beer is and how all the Austrian men seem to never be far from a glass. He admits to getting "rather spoony" over Olive Logan, a writer for the Press, then cuts out and changes the subject.