American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1867-03-23
Opera House Dutchman and his Ticket

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of larger beer and pretzels, Brock
meyer by name, genial in disposition,
immense of stomach, careful of money
by nature, unsuspecting at heart, yet
liable to severe excitement at times.
When the opera house drawing came
of he remained firm at his post of
danger, gracefully handing out glass
es OF his AMBER -colOred beverage, two
glasses for dime. Persons came and
went. Passers by, troubled with
thirst, saw i'll his beer much to admire
and rushed in where angels feared to
treadI drew their wallets, left their
stamps, slaked their thirst and hur-
ried on, while Brockmeyer's till grew
rich in postal.
A mon passed that way who was
rich,, lie was newspaper man, we
reckon. lie was dry, but had not
the key note to larger in his pocket.
He thirsted for beverage-he rushed
in like one from Bull Ruin battlefield
and gasped-
"You drew it; you drew it; the
Opera House is yours! You are the
lucky Dutchman. The crowd at the
Opera House is cheering for youw
"Mein Gott in Himmel, das is so
take some larger peer !" and the ex-
cited TeutOn drew a pitcherful, shov-
ed it to the face of the novelist, shout
ed "Mein Gott, mein Gott, I've draw
ed der Opera House; drinks all der
larger peer in dis blace, for l moves
dere right away,'' jumped over a
chair, knocked coal stove over, and
minus hat or coat, rushed to the Opera
House.
The man quenched his thirst from
the pitcher; the crowd outside seeing
the Teuton rnnninglike mad, thought
murder most foul had been commit
ted; rushed in, learned the news,
shouted to others; the seller of Dutch
man stood behind the bar and with
liberal hand dispensed beer, pretzels,
bO.ognasi cigars, etc, and dispensed
with the stamps therefor, till the
crowd became so large he was tired
out, when he left, and others helped
the new comers at the expense of the
man who had drawn the Opera house.
But soon Linden saw another sight
his lager rolling rapidly. With a
howl, O yell, a bound and a club
there burst in upon the crowd, poor
Brockmeyer. And this was his cause
Of complaint
"Mine Gott! Gott tam! Clear
out you umbugs Out. Nixcum
arouse out of das l preak mine
head over de stick of dat tam Yankee
vat makes me dat lie und lose my
lager peer Rouse NIT i'm! l no
draw opera ouse' no draw nothink.
Oh you tam rascal ! who preaks mine
head nit his stick-who make told
me dat umbug-rouse NIT all of you.
l no draw opera Ouse-I no draw no.
tink-I no have lucky ticket-by tam
have no ticket for nothink, und by
tam ] preak my head nit de stomach,
of dat Yankee umbug vot dells me
das tam lie Rouse NIT ypu!"
And with his club he soon cleared
the premises, to find nary cigar,
nor bologna, nor q pretzell, nor a
drop of lager, nor a lucky ticket.
Then he locked the doors, and went
talking to himself, fixing up things,
up empty kegs and bottles,
looking into drawers and boxes to
find but vanity and emptiness J.
Those who saw HIM say he looked
sick, disconsolate, as he had occasion
% damn those who had been there
,ince he had been gone. Late in the
lay he was sitting outside his saloon,
;he door locked, looking for the man
who made dat umbug, and telling
hose who stopped to cOndole with
Yes, by tam, dis Che-ca-go is
er tyfl. Dey draw me no opera
,use, but dey draw my lager peer as
,ost me more as two hundred tollars!
Oey eats up mine cigars, dey schmoke
nv pretzels, und if dat tam rascal
'ot makes me dat story goomes dis
-ay, l thinks be so sick NIT mad
10 noting by tam Via Crosse Dem
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