10 a.m.
It does not affect all alike , but it is common in any University town to see a young man not yet twenty with the figure of a Falstaff and the complexion of a Rubens Bacchus . That the German maiden can be fascinated with a face , cut and gashed till it suggests having been made out of odd materials that never could have fitted , is a proved fact . But surely there can be no attraction about a blotched and bloated skin and a `` bay window '' thrown out to an extent threatening to overbalance the whole structure . Yet what else can be expected , when the youngster starts his beer-drinking with a `` Fruhschoppen '' at 10 a.m. , and closes it with a `` Kneipe '' at four in the morning ? The Kneipe is what we should call a stag party , and can be very harmless or very rowdy , according to its composition . One man invites his fellow - students , a dozen or a hundred , to a cafe , and provides them with as much beer and as many cheap cigars as their own sense of health and comfort may dictate , or the host may be the Korps itself . Here , as everywhere , you observe the German sense of discipline and order .