The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1846-06-11
From the ST. Louis Reveille.
A SUCKER IN A WARM BATH.
BY EvERpoIHT.

Our friend Louis, OF the Italian Baths has
Just about the incest arrangements in the shape
of bath, that an up river man can desire; but
still he hasn't after all, got the latest touch IN
the way of his cocks-and that we found out re-
GENTLY at the St Charles Hotel, New Orleans.
We called in to see our old acquaintance, tho
irish lady who does the towels, &c.. and who
more stretch TO her girddle-resembles Moth
ing 1eshy, in petticoats, except 1t be elstaft,
disguised as the 'fat woman of Brentford', in the
Merry Wives. We were shown into bathing
ROOM and there we discovered that new place
of Setting ON and letting off the water had been
introduced. We a shining brass plate
with three polished handles, being crank turn
and elegant leitered beneath Hot, Cold. W aste
sD'ye understand the cocksr said Mrs Me-
Towel. Oh certainly said we-for the credit
of ST. Louis and the Italian Baths. The tat
misxess of the mysteries shut herself out: we
went TO work very confidently at the handles.
heard a desperate juggling up through polish
ed grating in the bottom OF the tub-prepared
eisurey for the luxury, ahd but we have an
other story to tell about the NATTER and, as that
other is rat the richer of the two. we shall
only say that between hot and cold, we were
never so cooked 10 our life. After desperate
struggle. having managed to get bath on the
i'm proved plan without exposing our ignorance.
we lie Il the place. and were met at the corner
by a rough but estimable friend from northern
llinois-one who has made fortune in the
diggins. and who ford TO take spurge
every now anu $50 nc t.iS hto oSS@StSHoA
visits to tn large cities.
"You han't bin ;akin' bath, have yo!" said
he.
oh. yes' was the reply.
"In them thar brass handle concarns!'
'Yes,' said we. "a great improvement:-obvi.
ates the inconvenience of the noise and dash Of
the old plan,'
We hope that this public confession may
prove some atonement-but we certainly did
talk to our more ingenious friend unblushingly.
lie roared out laughing. and gave us his own.
experience Of the matter.
sOld Mrs. Cornield there said he, asked ma
lie sknew the cocks,' and | told her yes in
course-scause I'd bathed few reckon. though
not with them kind o. fxins-and takes and
turns 'cm all, and there were all kinds of sput-
ter below: but when | was ready there WASN'T
mite of water in the blasted thing. 1t les,
naturally run out as fast as run in. and then
knowed what waste' meant Well, Jest fus-
ses with it first up and then down, and then one
side, and then tother, till Iallowed I'd shut the.
dernned thing up. cause the tub began to fill.
Well, it kept film, and film, till reckon'd it
was bout right, and in went one leg, but
holy Egypt! out cum agin bowling! the eter.
nal 'cold' one hadn't worked s'pose, and
couldn't out wuss from seven biler ex-
ploson. Old seven hundred weight knocked
at the door: Perhaps yes don't understand the
cocks ?'isays she. Cock, thundern sung out
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want exactly fit to be seen by lady. either if
she was fat; so said it was nothin', and tried
again to get the hang of the consumed handles
but by this time the tubs was quite full, and
billin, at that. kept turnin and Vaughn till
rather guess must Started the cold without
etoppin the hot: and as il was trimming before
it Jest now naturally overrun, and perhaps there
w as'nt the derndest rise all over the carpet. in
about two minutes, that you ever did see! The
cussed cocks wouldn't stop-none on'em, and
was hopin' bout in the water and had to sing
GU! for old fatty any howl I'd rather a gin
arm, by thunder, but out sung, and half OPEN
ed the door fore recoected about my cos
toome! Back went old fatty against the centre
table and broke pitcher, aud hoped on to q
| chair and into my pants, and then broke for
one of the opposite ba thing rooms. and locked
myself in, and told the old woman I'd gin her
ten dollars if she'd swab up, hand me my shirt.
and say no:hin' about it. l don't know wheth-
| er she has not, but almost die laffin' spite
of my scalded leg whenever l think of it,
"Tell we what added our Sucker friend, Il
don't mind you havin' laff. but If YOU 90 10
publishin' this in the Reveille, I'll shoot you
by gosh!'
| We beg to assure our friends that we consid-
er ourselves shot.