The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-11-04
Notes In the Police Court.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best Of life is but intoxicati0n.

Man, being reasonable must get drunk;
The best Of life is but int0xicati0n.
Byron.
1t would seem, from the number Of
cases OF "drunk and disorderly" daily
appearing on the boards of the Lindeman
Varieties, that the whole able-bodied
population of this city had been cast for
the drunkard in the popular drama Of
"Ten Nights in Bar-room," and were
playing it with vengeance, thus justi-
flying the apparently reckless lines of the
immortal poet. No matter how many Of
these midnight brawlers and riotous
livers, whose favorite recreation seems
to be to
''Spend their days In riot most uncouth,
And vex with mirth the drowsy ear OF night"
are s.bounced" by the boys in blue, and
brought up standing (perhaps reeling)
before his Honor, and disposed of, the
seats in the sweat box have hardly lost
the fragrance OF their whisky stained
garments until another precious lot
comes shutting In.
just look at that installment that Off
Ger John Quinn has just admitted on
dead-head tIckets) from the Tombs,
the air has been redolent Of the fumes Of
bad whisky and Limburger cEeesei
Why, the stink factory of 81 Keck is a
garden of perennial bloom In compari-
sonl But gaze on that crowd, will
you! Look at the young chap with
the struggling mustache and dollar
jewelry; this may be is his
first appearance as s'variety"
performer. He looks nervous. He's at
tackled with stage fright. "Oh for just
one pull at gin bottle to brace me- up"
he thinks. Next to him sits an old soak
er of many winters, who hasn't drawn a
air of the Work-house will take a little
OF the bloom from off his nose, perhaps !;
but let him live million years within
reach of bust-head whisky and he'd go
to bed every night with his boots on.
He's what Manager Corney calls an ''old
timer" Then, sandwiched in between
that thief yonder and the bltuminous fe-
male from Picketps ranch, see the pale
| face and hollow eyes which the tattered
and greasy sun-bonnet but half conceals.
That face was handsome once. Those
| eyes were Lit with the fire of pure and
holy love in the long ago. But
"Fled are the charms that graced that ivory
brow; s.s
w ucEc Sulhou u uhlpio, BaPoo " WAhnntO nVWs
You can hardly think it possible that
some nice young man ever hung over the
gate on moonlight night to whisper soft
nonsense in her listening ear, can your
or trotted her out to Becker's for the ice.
cream, or spent four dollars for hack
| for dash out to the Brighton House, OF
presented her with kids and things, oil
\ admired her pin-back dress, or treated
| her big brother to box OF cigars, OIL
| paid her any Of those little attentions sc
common on the part of an infatuated
youth. Just think of it. And here she
is, on the bench Of the Police Court, with
the words opposite her dishonored name
Drunk and disorderly." It's awful.
Then look at But hold on. Hit
Honor has mounted the tripod. Dean
Ramsey, with his club, calls for 'Ordei
in Court" The first artist down on the
bills has made his bow to the audience
and to-day's Varieties (in about four
hours will soon be thing OF the past.