Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1861-02-06
MISCELLANEOUS.
A Private Room, or the Effect OF
Punch Drinking.

Oue particularly dark. damp, dull, drizzly
and disagreeabie day in the latter part of No
sember, tail. guaDt. queer looking custo-
nfer, dressed in blue coat with metal but
tons, with yellow striped pantaloons. and calf
skin examinations, sat solitary and alone in a
! little room, situated In certain little tavern
in Philadelphia
Before him was a little round table. on
whose qasrble top, was not a little pitcher of
smoEi2e punch. screechin' hot and wine
| glass. The solitary individual was York
nothing else that was his second pitch
erful-uigh his second empty. Ore minute
after, and you couldn't-fact, you see-have
squeezed drop out of either pitcher or glass,
| by hydraulic press.
| York rang the bell The waiter popped
/ his head In at the door.
Ring, s.?
OF course did. Is it clearing off
No, sa-damp, sa-fog so thick you cod
ladle it out tn spoon. sa, Have anything,
sa?'
More punch, and strong
Yes, sa-immediately, sa.'
The waiter withdrew, aud in a few seconds
returned witG the third pitcher of punch, and
York was beginning to feel glorious. when,
on raising up his eyes, he saw his own figure
in pier glass opposite. He rubbed his
eyes again
low sitting right before me. llswear there's
impudenco for you. This is private .oOm,
sir, for my sole accommodation.
He waited minute, expecting an answer
but his reflection only stared at him and held
its peace.
L was saying. sir that this is my 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, sa?'
Yes, did ring. Didn't ask for pri-
vate room?
.Yes. sa /; this is private room. sa
1t is! Why there's fellow sitting right
opposite me now, on the other side of the
table. Rot his impudence
Table, sa-fellow, sa ?
Yes. there is. Well, just never mind
Bring on some more punch and couple of
In a very short time the fourth pitcher,
with two glasses made its appearance.
York filed one of the glasses, and then
showed it over to the other side of the table.
Will you drink 2 said be, addressing the
figure in the glass.
oh, you won't, eh ? Well, II will
And so he did.
Better drink, old fellow continued he,
your liquor is getting cold, and you look as
if you was fond of the thing
No answer being returned, York rang the
bell again. In popped the waiter
To be sure I did. Didn't you hear the
B. b bell ?
Il did
Didn't order a P p-private room: En-
Yes, sa-this is private room, sa.'
a pretty private room this is. with a fell
low sitting right opposite, that won't take a
glass Of punch with you, when i5's offered
and a red 6osed man az thatl Oh, well, n
n-never mind, bring more tumblers and more
punch I'll t-t-try him again
Pitc her number five was accordingly bro't
In, with due state.
.B-better try some old boy SAID York
coaxingly to his double. The reflex merely
looked good natured but said nothing.
Well continued York. with deep sigh,
IF this isn't most Infamous Never mind, l
will drink the punch
And so he did. every bit of it. About five
minutes sufiiced to end the pitcher. York
rang the bel! superfuously. Waiter came.
:Ring, sa?
Why. certainly. Why shouldu'tI But
where's the man who keeps the place
Boss. sa-PIl see hin, 50
Shortly after, the host, quiet little man.
with mottled, calico pattern face, and a
shining bald mead, made bis appearance.
.W-what's to pay 2 demanded York, ri
sing. and assuming an air of dignity.
Five puuches-fve levies, sir
There's the money. sir said York. fork
ing over the coin. And now, | want to know
Why, when call for private room, you put
rne in here with somebody else !?
There's nobody here, bat you and l, SIR
Nobody Do you think [ can't see p
Dive think I'm drunk There, look there
Two of 'em. by ;ingop
well, sir, must confess, [ cant see but
US two
You can't eh p and York dragged the
landlord to the table. Look there, then
there's the rascals. now. One of 'em looks
enough ike you to be your brOther-and the
other is the most God forsakeD, mean looking
white man that ever saw
If man ''pursues path, is the Path
supposed to run away from him? Of what
thickness is the ''line of ccnduct?' When a
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