Mountain Home bulletin. (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1888-1889, 1888-06-09
/ SWEATING IT OUT.
GETTING RID OF ALCOHOL IN a
TURKISH BATHROOM.

Mysteries Of the "Hot Room"-ln the
land IT Dreams--A Sudden wakine.
ReJuvenated.
A little Office under a sidewalk. . passing
view Of room filled with narrow canvas
cots. few yellow gas flames. behind q dssk
young man whose nakedness II emphasized
by an equator Of crash towel In front Of tho
desk an inebriate with pale, blinking eyes
and unsteady hands The inebriate removes
from one pocket a roll Of greenlacks, from
another revolver, from q third match.
from fourth a handful Of ruined cigara
tie lays these with his scarf pin on the
counter He takes q key to the drawer in
which they are placed by the naked youth,
and he walks loosely out through the room
where the cots stand He staggerS little
and almost goes down In avoiding an otsess
foot that sticks from the end of-osesoe 80
cots He curses the foot with pathetic pro.
family The owner Of the foot ruhs his sleepy
eyes and sends back volley OF oaths that
blister the stone 6oor The inebriate stumbies
on around to n room to which an attendant
IA duplicate of the youth In the otiice-has
assigned him. He removes his clothing after
desperate struggle with his susl,enders and
a collar and elbow wrestle with his shirt.
And now he stands nude. and alcoholcally
basbful until another equator Of towel 10 tied
around his blushing form He II led out 70
the hot room.
The future has no terrors for any man who
has encountered the torridity of q hot room
in Turkish bath house for men, You could
fry eggs on the ioor 1t is hotter than dog
days in the lower regionA It would make .
salanander quit in i've minutes The air u
| sp fttll nf sl.A A,,a has <arA
man looks like striking brunette The In
ebriate lies on couch. He closes his eyea.
The air is heavy. He slumbers He dreams
he is a porterhouse steak. he H. being
broiled The cook is careless He wakes
with start The sheet has been pulled from
under him and the fiercely hot rattan top Of
the couch is next to his skin. He looks
about him with savage eyea The man In
the next couch Ii quietly smoking Two
others, divested even Of their towelA, are
sparring in corner None Of them notices
him He lies down again and dreams once
more Suddenly something pricks him like
a needle.
HOTTER THAN EVER
A sharp pain runs through his back. He
whoops and jumps up His neighbor ID still
smoking. The sparrers are sparring There
is nothing to indicate the cause Of his sud-
den waking except q thin spray Of water
laziiy falling from the cold water faucet
The inebrate knows that some one has
sprayed him, and be is hotter than ever He
offers to fight any person In the room. The
boxers say they would be glad to accommo-
date him, but the doctor has warned them to
beware of violent exercise. The man on the
next couch assures him that he promised the
friend who gave him the cigar that be would
smoke it before he killed any one
The inebriate is disgusted. He meanders
into an adjoining room. There ara others
there before him. They are turning on the
steam. 1t rises first In vapor, then mist,
then fog, now a cloud The air Is fiiled
with white light The inebriate IL stined;
he cannot breathe. he can scarcely think, hs
} moves his hands feebly and crawls out into
the hot room. Then he sweats He sweats
for keeps. He leaks first, then he showers,
then he pours He is standing In pool Of
water that was once himself He feels his
legs going. his brain reels, he staggers out,
, and in another moment is lying on a marble
slab with soap In his eyes, his ears, his
mouth his nose. muscular young man h
pounding him as though he were rubber
; bag Soapy and sore he arises from the slab.
He seeks the shower. He turns 1t on himself.
Now for the rippling, gurgling waters Of the
, plunge. He hurls himself In. He u an In
sbriate no longer He is a nymph with
whiskers and a rasping voice. There ars
r ,ther nymphs there before him. They also
have whiskers and queer voices They play
! ike boys They splash each other They
8 Kick. They disport They swim under eaeh
other and tip each other up
At = O'Clock the ex -inebriate meets his en-.
ployer at the office
'You are looking well this morning.
"Yes, sir ! left our church sociable
bout ~ O'clock had q good sleep, and got
Il, early II is very pleasant walking down
town early in the morning. You ought z
ny it, sir"
The employer says he will -ChicagS
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