This morning, I picked up the recently published biography of Schulz, whose real life seemed duller than a bag of flour.
Schulz and his home were just more of the real world and I didn't like it.
Mrs. Schulz tried to offer me more sour lemonade in a paper cup.
This is a rather aberrant species of Buarremon, as yet only known from Tucuman, where it was discovered by Schulz.
It did not take me long to find out that apothecary Schulz was an educated man.
Schulz visited Beethoven on September 28 in the company of Haslinger.
Since the time of Schulz, the city has undergone many changes.
Schulz remains the safe and trusty guide; it being remembered always that changes have occurred since he wrote.
I cannot too emphatically express my sense of the great value of Schulz' work.
Old Schulz, with sympathetic understanding, helps him in a moment of despair.