The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-08-15
MisteIlanGons Selections.
THE FAT CONT RIBUTOR.
His Hospital Experience-He Tells
How He Got There-A Harro wing
Tale.

III n OON liiOS OuG
His Hospital Experience-He Tells
How He Got There-A Harro wing
Tale.
To the editor of the Enquirer:
l have been in the City Hospital
for a few days past. 1 will tell yor
how it happened. One evening no
Hong ago met friend who was OF
a spree, I thought it would be 8
friendly act to put him IN hack
and take him out to the City Hospi
al, where he could be Strengthened
up'' in a few days. persuaded him
to enter the hack, under the pre-
tense that we were going to Inwood
Park to a picnic. Before we reach
ed the hospital my friend was fast
asleep. Arrived at the entrance, the
hackman gave a hail, and too stout
attendants (at least they were too
stout for me, came down.
"Man inside" said the hackman,
"been on a spree; friend wants him
Strengthened up"
"All right said one of the atten-
dants; ''this is the place to get
Strengthened up" and opening the
door, seized me who was on that
side, and snaked me out before
could say a word, when the hack
drove rapidly off with my inebriated
friend. In spite circumstance and
struggles they carried me up the
broad entrance steps into the main
hall, where we were met by the Gen
eral Superintendent Jones.
Gentlemen" cried l excitedly,
"this is all a mistake; you have got
the wrong man. 1t was the other
man l was bringing here said
this with a conciousness of its Too
dleism. "Not that man, but (hic!)
mother man."
'You're a wrong man, no doubt "
said the Superintendent jocosely,
'but we are going to set you right,
| your friend, who brought you here
"Oh' d-n the friend who brought
me here" l yelled, stamping the
floor in my rage, she's the one that's
drunk, not me. l brought him here.
Its all a mistake l tell you. 1 new
er was so shamefully sober in all my
! life. Havn't drank a glass of liquor
in seventeen years. l am President
of four or five temperance societies,
and a member Of the Young Mems
Christian Association"
"We've heard that sort of talk be-
fore" said a young medical student.
standing by. "The more a man.
needs Strengthening up, the more he.
thinks he don't"
Then they held a little consulta-
ton together, and l saw one man
look at me and then tap his head,
significantly, remarking, "Flighty."
l will here state that l heard
while in the hospital that the friend
1 brought there to sober up, went to
Inwood park with the hack and had
a good time, that he sobered himself
in day or two, bought out cigar
stand, and is doing well.
heard another hoarsely whisper,
"Jimjams.n
Finding that angry remonstrance.
wouldn't avail, 1 resorted to mild
entreaty. "Let me go, gentlemen,
won't you, please? This can all be
explained. l have a wife and four
small grandmothers waiting for me
at home. Wouldn't have them know
l was here for four dollars"
Thep seemed to have come to
some conclusion about the matter,
for the consultation ceased and the
attendants approached.
Without saying a word they
marched me derect to the bathroom
and peeled me and soused me in.
What a soaping and rubbing and
securing / did get. If 1 attempted
to say word they soused my head
under water, so l kept still. Then
the rubbing; you never saw such a
rub. combine all the rubs ofeuchre
that l ever played, and they wouldn't
approach that rub. They said they
would rub the whisky out of me; and
l President of four distinct temper
ance organizations but 40 matter.
/ had to takeit. The operation con
cluded, they took me to nice room
and put me in my little bed. There
/ thought should have peace. All
my surroundings were calculated to
induce caimness and repose. There
was a man down with the cholera on
one side, and another man up all
night with the delirium tremens on
the other. If a man couldn't sleep
under such circumstances l don't
know when he could.
But | wasn't TO have pease. A
man nurse, George they called him,
a clever chap, too, came in with a
colorless liquid in queer looking
glass tumbler.
"What is that" ! enquired suspic
iOusly,
"That? Why, that's bromide Of
choral, intended TO put you to sleep"
But | can't take choral. l don't
need it. 1t viii keep me awake"
Cant help it, said George, sit is
one of the rules of the institution,
and you must have it. l took it in.
Then George came in with bowl
of beef tea, said it would help build
me up. Told him 1 didn't want
building up; was already built up
from base. What l needed most
was bulling down. But had to take
in the beef-tea And so it went all
that blessed night-choral and beef
tier, beef-tea and choral, They run
beef tea into me in all sorts of ways,
land when all other means failed they