Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1886-10-08

is upon his head, as il, like any other GUS
toner, he had just dropped in for little
drink. His good right hand is always ready
and he can outshake the most Jealous cam
didate. His alert eye is glued to the green
screen as he stands ready to welcome the
patron, shake his hand and escort him to
the counter. In q majority of cases this
assumed good-fellowship and condescen-
sion on the part Of the Agreeable Proprie-
tor will procure for him an invitation to
"join US" This he never fails to accept,
usually taking ten-cent cigar, which he
places in his vest, ostensibly to smoke after
finishing the stump he is then engaged on,
but really to place back in the box after the
customer retires, to be sold over and over
again: The Agreeable Proprietor, when he
does drink, always takes pony" that is,
very small one, SO that when it comes to
profit he is the best customer the house
has. The Agreeable Proprietor is great
promoter of the ennobling diversion of
throwing dice for the drinks. He
joins every dice-throwing party of
customers he can squeeze in among.
With his winning ways nobody can
have the heart to exclude him, and he keeps
up the throwing as long as possible, stand
ing his share of loss, but always making
money for himself in the long run. When
the weary throwers depart, with sweet
smile upon his lip he passes over the hand
full of ten-cent cigars he has won and waits,
like spider, for the next fight of flies.
Their is no colder fraud than the Agreeable
Proprietor. His exuberant amiabillty rests
entirely upon sordid pecuniary basis.
The Benevolent Chump" is in bright
and beautiful contrast with the Agreeable
Proprietor. The Benevolent Chump is
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age, seldom permitted by an all-wise
Providence to live to years of discretion.
He is the saloon sunbeam, and though all
hours are his, he often comes in just as
the electric light is at its last sputter, to
gladden. the heart of the proprietor. There
is an curious roll in his step and in his eye,
and much smaller roll of small bills in his
pocket. He shakes hands with the pro-
prietor with great warmth, smiles upon the
barkeeper rs if that Psychologist were the
friend of his soul, and looks upon the
eleven o'clock scavenger, ploughing among
the remains of n pestilence- producing
lunch, as a choice acquaintance. He
wants to treat everybody, and is not al
lowed to 80 away dissatisfied. He sets 'em
up again and makes everybody take q
cigar. He inquiries atfectionately concern
ing the health of the proprietor, that of
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ances, and the business and social pros
poets of the ravenous prowler among the
enigmatical scraps of liver, bodybuilding,
and skim milk cheese. Then he sets em
up again, and throws dice with the proprie-
tor for drinks for everybody. He looks
upon the fact that he loses as due to his
Respondent virtue, being thus enabled to
again do the benevolent act in great form.
When even the lunch disturber, wearied
with the cares of the day, has rolled out to
find his usual resting place, under the
stairway; when the barkeeper's yawn has
become as long as q horse-collar, the
Benevolent Chump insists upon taking a
parting drink with that true friend. With
great difficulty, after a narrowing explora-
ton of all his pockets, he succeeds in find
ing enough money to pay for his bounty,
and departs with the proud consciousness
of having done his duty, his heart aglow
with good fellowship, his stomach filled
with uneasiness and stale beer.