The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1848-03-11
Punch Drinking aud lie eGect5.

One particularly dark, damp, dull, drisEly
and disagreeable day, in the latter part Of
November, A. D. l842, 3 tall, gaUns, queer !
customer, dressed in q blue coat with metal
buttons, a birthstone cOlOred vest, and Pansa-
looms with calfskin terminatiOns, set solitary
and alone, in q little room, situated At q certain
little tavern in -- street, city Of Philadel-
phia. Before him was 4 little round table on
whose marble top wal not u lille pitcher Of
smoking punch, "scFeechin hot" and wine
glass. The solitary individual was YOFk, moth
ing else, dear child, and that was his second
pitcher empty. One minute after. and you
couldn't have squeezed a drop out Of either
pitcher or glass, by > forty pound hydraulic
press.
York rang the bell. The waiter popped his
head in at the door.
"Ring sag"
"Of course | did, is it clearing Off"
No, sa-damp, sa-fOg so thick, 30, you
could ladle a'Out 18th spoon. Have anything
sa?
A pitcher Of punch.
Eyes, sa-immediately, sa.'
The waiter withdrew, and in q few seconds
the pitcher Of punch stood before our hero,
who attacked it zealously. York had just
drained the last glass full from the pitcher,
and was beginning to feel glorious, when on
raising his eyes, he saw his figure in q
large pier glass directly opposite. The refec-
ton seemed to startle him. He rubbed his
eyes, winked, cOughed. Strengthened, winked,
and rubbed his eyes again.
sBy,--v said he, there's some fellow
sitting right before me. This 10 a private room,
cir, for nv sole accommodation He waited a
moment, expecting en- answer, but the Eefiec-
ton merely stared at him, and held lite peace.
Il was saying sir, that this iS my private room
, mine, SIR cried York, fetching hiS voice in an
octave higher than before; and he rang the
bell furiously. The waiter made his appear
ance again.
ring, sag
Eyes l did ring. Didn't l ask for a private
: roomp
t tS-Ha-this 10 private room sa.'
tYes, there is-well, never mind. Bring me
some more punch and two glasses.
: tYeS, sa-immediately, sa.'
In very short time the fourth pitcher with
two glasses made it's appearance.
York filled one Of the glasses and showed il
over the table. will you drink, sir?' said he
d addressing the figure in the glass, 'oh, yO'
d wont, eh-well, l wills And go he did. 'Bet
ter drink, old fellow continued he. YOU
n liz uOr's getting cold, and you look as if yOu
II were fond Of the thing.' No answer being re-
turned, York finished the pitcher, and rang the
bell again. In popped the waiter.
'Ring So?
sTO be sure / rang. Didn't you hear thu
b-b-ell? did. Didn't order a p-p-p-rivat'
room? Eth?
v Eyes sa-this is a private room Sa.'
n "A pretty private room this-with a fellow
k sitting opposite, that wont take a glass of pune
when il is OfFered-and a r-r-red uosed man a
lie that? Oh! we'll! never mind. Bring me NOR
Il punch. and two t~-t-l-tumblers I'll; t-t-try hiT
'e again.
Presently the pitcher No. v. with glasses t
I, match was borne in with state.
m Better t-t-t-try some, old bOy,' said YOr
coaxingly to his double. The refexiOn mere
y ly looked good natured, and said nothing.
mt SWELL; continued York, with q sigh, 1T thi
O.. H. ~,onS nmota-SNhat-
II mindful drink the punch'-and 60 he di
a every bit of it. About five minutes suffice
er to end the pitcher. York rang the bell, SuPe
he furiousIy. The waiter came again.
mt 'Ring SAP
NJ tWhy, %certainI Why Sh-sh-ouldnr
he Where's-%the---man who keeps this P-T
er placeP
at Boss, sa? I'll sem sm' sa.'
ne Shortly after mine host, e quiet looking litt
er man, with a motled, calico PATTERNED faceI an
he shining bald head, made his appearance.
'ai 'Whawh.at's to pay y demanded York risifi
as and assuming an air Of dignity.
Of Five punches-fve leties, SIR
There's the money, sir,' said York, fOrkih
over the coin. And now, / want to know, VIII
when l call for a psp-Private rooms "
should put me herewith s-O-ms body else'
n. sThefe is nobody here but you and l?
M sNobOdy! Do you s.s-uPpOSe l can't see! I
you think Pm drunkG There-lOOk theT
~, Two Of 'em by iingoP
is swell, sir, l must confess saints se any
rty US two.'
you cant STRIP Aid York dragged Il
TO landlord to the table. Look there continue
Tut he, pointing TO the glass. The-th-etS's q
zee %rascals, now. One Of 'ems enough like You
las be your brother, and others the da'
igs %Silliest, nseanesi looking man ever saw
s.. " Y. SPIRIT Of te Tines.
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