The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1867-03-13
Opera House Dutchman and His
Ticket.

in Chicago dwells q Teutonic vendor o.
lager beer and pretzels, Brockmeyer by
name, genial in disposition, immense Of
stomach, careful ofmoney BY nature, tnsus.
pecting at heart, but yet. liable to excite.
ment at times. When the Opera House
drawing came of he remained firm at his
post Of danger and gracefully handed out
glasses of his amber colored beverage, two
glasses for ten cents. Pesots came and
went. Passefs-by, troubled with thirst. saw
| in his beer much to admire, and rushed in
where angels feared to tread, drew thei.
wallets, left their stamps, slaked their thirst
and. hurried on, while Broekmeyef's till
grew, rich in postal. Z,
A man passed that Nay who Vas poor
He was q newspaper man, we reckon. ,He
was dry, but had not the keynote to lager
I in his pocket. He thirsted for beverage
He rushed hi like one from Bull Run bat
tie fields and gasped ,s
aYou drew it, you drew it, the Opera
House, is yours? YOU are the lucky
Dutchman. The crowd at the Opera Hoase
is cheering you'll"
"Mein .Gott in Hinmel /; das is 90
take some lager peer and the excited
Teuton drew pitcher fill, showed i to
the face Of the novelist, shouted "Meiu
Colt; mein Cot I've lrawed der Opera
Ouse drinks alt der lager peer in dis blace
for 1 moves dere right away" jumped oyel
chair, Knocked coal, stove endYise, and
minus hat or coat rushed to the opera
house. / T.
The man quenched his thirst from the
pitcher; the crowd outside seeing the Teu
ton running like mad thought murder most
| fail had been committed /: rushed in, learn
| ihg the news, shouted to others, the seller
Of the Dutchnian STOOD behind the bar anG
with liberal hand dispensed beer, prstz Is
holognas, cigars; ETC., and dispensed will
the stamps therefor, It'll tile crowd became
SO large he was tired out, when he left, ant
Others helped the new corners at the ex
pense of the man who had drawn the ope
RI house. !,
But soon Linden saw another sight-hii
lager rolling rapidly! With q howl, yell
o bound and a club there burst in upon thu
crowd, poor Brockmeyer. And this wal
his cause of complaint
"Mine Colt! Gott tam! Clear out
you umbugs! Out. Nixcum arouse on
Of das! Ipreak mine head over de sticl
of dat tam Yankee vot makes me dat Ii,
und lose my lager peer! Rouse nit i'm
I no draw opera ot,se. Ifio draw notink
Oh, you tam rascal, who brakes mine heat
nit his stick--who make told ME tat tan
umbug rouse nit all Of you.. ! no draw
opera ouse. I no DRAW notink. Inc have
lucky ticket by tam; have no ticket fo
notink, und by tam preak my head nit Il
stomach of dat YankeB umbug vat dell,
me das dam lie. Rouse NIT toal.'., j
And with his club he soon cleared tn
premises, to find nary cigar, nor Bolog
ma, nor pretzel, nor drop of lager, nor .
lucky ticket. Then he locked the doors
and went talking to himself, fixing VI
things, shaving up empty kegs and bottles
looking into drawers and boxes to find bu
vanity and emptiness. Those WHO saw hin
say that he looked sick disconsolate, as HI
had occasion to damn those who had beer
there since he had been gone. Late in tn,
day he was sitting outside his saloon, tn
door locked, looking for the man VIII,
made dat umbug, and telling those VIII,
stopped to condole with him (" Yes, b,
tam, dis Chicago is ter tyfil. Dey draw
me no opera ouse, but dey draw my lage
peer, as cost me more as two hundred tol
liars. Dey eats up mine cigars, dey schmok
my pretzels. und if dat tam rascal va
makes me dat story gooms dis way, ] tink
be so sick nit mad I do noting, by tam.