Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1850-09-20
A PRIVATE ROOM:
OR, THE EFFECTS OF PUNCH DRINKIN

drizzly and disagreeable day in the
latter part of November, tall, gaunt
queer looking customer, dressed in
blue coat, with metal buttons, with
'yaller' striped pantaloons, and calf
skin examinations, sat solitary and
alone, in little room, situated in
certain little tavern, in --- street
Philadelphia.
Before him was a little, round la
BILE, on whose marble top was mot
little pitcher of smoking punch, scree-
ching hot, and wine glass. The
solitary individual was 'York'-noth-
in else, dear chld--and that was his
second pitcher full-nign his second
empty. One minute after, and you
couldn't-fact, you see-have squeez
eda drop out ofeither pitcher or glass,
by forty-two FOUNDER hydraulic
press.
York rang the bell The waiter
popped his headin at the door.
Ring, sal'
OF course I did. Is it clearing OFF,
mo, sa---fog so thick; sa, you could
ladle it out 18th a spoon, sa. Have
anythin' sa2'
More punch, and strong
Yes, sa inimediateiy, sa.'
The waiter withdrew, and in few
seconds the third pitcher of punch
stood before our hero, who attacked
it zealously.
b York had just drained the las
glass full from the third pitcher of
| punch, and was beginning to feel glo-
rlous, when on raising up his eyes,
he saw his own figure in large pier
glass, directly opposite. The rehec-
tion seemed to startle him. He
rubbed his eyes, winked, coughed,
stared, winked, and rubbed his eyes
again. 81
BY thlnder!' said he, there's some
fellow sitting right before me. I'll
swear there's impudence foriyou!
lhls is a private room, sir, for my
He waited minute, expecting an
answer, but his reflection only stared
at him and held it peace.
'I was saying, sir, that this is nv
private ROOM mine, SIR cried York,
fetching his voice an octave higher
than it was before. No answer was
made, and he rang the bell furiously.
The waiter made his appearance
again.
Ring, SAT-
YES, i did ring. Didn't / ask for
a private room?' e aw
Yes, sa; this is a private room; sa.'
lit isl Why there's a fellow sitting
right before me now, on the other
side of the table. Rot his impudenc.'
Table, sa-fellow, sa?'
'Yes, there is. Well, Just never
mind. Bring on some more punch,
and a couple of glasses
| In a very short time, the fourth
pitcher with two glasses, made its APP
pearance0 IGG 1atG ~
York filled one of the glasses, and
then showed it over the table. at
| Will you drink, sir said he, adj
dressing the figure in the glass.
oh, you won't ehl Well will
And so he did. } @
Better drink, ole fellow continued
he. Your liquor is getting cold, and
you look as if you was fond of the
thing
No answer being returned, York
finished the pitcher and rang the bell
agaR5G;. an ingopped IMP the waiter. I. ..s
TO be snreI did. Didn't you hear
the b-b-belll'
u did, s g
sDidr't order p-p-private roo,n9
Ehl' $500 s'-1
! G'Yes, sa;,this is peivate room, sa. ;
"a pretty private room this is, with
af ffellow sitting right opposite that
| wont take a glass of punch when its
| offered him, and r-r-fed nosed man
atthat. Orwell never mind, bring
me more punch, and9tst-tumblers, Iii
t-t-try him aAgain.' .am sl,,I4, afe.,
] Presently pitcher number 5. and
glasses to match, was borne in with
due state. 'o e8hi 9fta .<3
! Better try some, old boy, said
| York ceaxingly, to his double. The
reflex merely looked good natursd,
but said nothing.
i @sWell,s continued York, with a
4 sigh, 'if this isn'tihe most infamous.
Never mind, I'll drink The punch en-
i And so he did,, every bit of fit.-z,
i About FIVE minutes suffced TO end
4 the pitcher. York rang the bell SUI
4 perfuriously: The waiter came again,
Ring, sa? iifS sJgs5f gft'
sWliy, certain. Why shouldn't n