The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-10-11
nlanitowoe pilot.
THURSDAY, OCTOBER IL, 1888.
He Cant Helm tt.

dot vhas der troubles NIT mel
vhas too tender-hearted, replied Carl
Dundef as policeman warned him
that he would have case against him
for keeping his saloon open after hours.
"You see," he continued as ne wiped
off the bar, IF | vhas all closed oop,
NIT my boots off und ready for bedt
somepody goes rap! rap! on der door.
| think it vhas against der law. but like
enough it vhas my brudder Henry, who
Ifs in Puffalo, und so / opens der door.
Who you think it vhas?'
Il can't guess"
1T vhas boleecemansi He looks
all aroundt, vhalks in softly like cats,
ind SAYS dot he vhas in such awful
pains dot he must have some whisky or
die. l can't help dot vhas porn NIT a
heart like paby. | doan' like to see
dot man die, und gif him some whisky
und he tells me he Will pay oop when
he cuts der coupons off his bonds. You
see how it vhas?'
Yes"
''Ehell, der next time | vhas all closed
oop somepody goes rap! rap! on der
door. | links it vhas my wife's sister,
who Ifs in Mt. Clemens, ind | vhas a
brute if doan' let her come in. When
1 opens der door who vhas it?'
Il don't know"
at vhas an Aldermans! He slips
softly in und drops on shair, und says
to me: Carl Ivhas played oudt. / make
more ash ten speeches in der Council
tonight, und vhas all exhausted till [
can't shtand COP. For der sake of my
innocent children gif me some peer!'
Well, dot vhas me nit my tender heart
again, und draw him quart of peer
und he drink him oop und tells me to
pat it in der annual estimate next
spring, Could you plane me for dotr'
mo, but you must obey the law
"Oxactly, but some odder times |
hear rap! rap. on der door, und
links it vhas my poy Shon, who vhas
oudt on a farm nit his uncle. Shon
vhas good poy, und | like to see him,
und opens der door. Who you thinks
dot vhas?'
"Johnr'
Not some previous. 1t vhas barty
NIT white blug hat on. und he carries
big cane, und he looks solemn. He
WANTS whisky straight, und when l
tells him dot der law catch me oop, he
pounds on der table nit his cane und
calls out: Hang der law! Why, l vhas
der man who makes all der law in De-
troitr Well, dot makes my heart tend
er again, ind he drinks his whisky oop
und tells me dot | shall send my pill to
der transportation Company. Can L
help dot?"
you'll have to help it ~
"Vhell. one more time / turn eafery-
pody oudt und lock oop der doors, und
ship into bedt. | vhas dreaming like
thunder when somepody rattles on my
door und calls me to get oop. Maybe
it vhas my frendt, Capt. Gross, who
runs AWAY from his wife in Puffalo. If
so, likes to see him. open der door,
und who you tink it vhas?"
Your grandfather.
Not guide, my frendt. 1t vhas a
man nit silk hat und gold-headed
cane und a pig stomach, ind he says
he yhas doctor who mus have some
whisky to keep off der SMALLPOX. Dot
appeals to my heart, und What can | do?
tell you, like to obey der law und
shut oop my place, but if you come
sometimes und find der back door open
und some men at der tables, you shust
remembers dot it Who's our glub-night,
und dot we drink some buttermilk, und
discuss old dimes in Shermany." De
tr0it Free Press.