The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-11-14
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bors might see ann ana get erroneous Ideas
of his habits. Inside the place the hot air
| confused him, but he managed to ask for
the sarsaparila. The barkeeper set out a
fiat glass with a tall, thin stem. Jones
swallowed the contents mechanically.
Here! what in thunder are you doing?"
| yelled a man on his right you've gone and
drunk my M 4nhattan cocktail"
Jones was nearly speechless. The bar
keeper laughed.
You'll have to have another one
| all around" said he. Before Jneos
knew it there was another Man
haitian cocktail i'll front of him.
He rolled up his eyes to q sign over the bar
which read: Every time you drink things
Things had begun to look very misty to
him. There was also a kink in his tongue,
but he felt great desire to talk.
"Lemme me 'splain the matter" said he
II started out to call on my frien' Henry
Wilson Wheeler-lives on Zig-Zag street
couldn't find Mizzur Wheeler. Couldn't
find Zig-Zag street. Found lots of Manat-
tan cocktails. Seems to be quite popular
round here"
Everybody laughed; and Jones thought
he must have made joke. He felt so good
| natured that he drank the other cocktail.
| 1t made him more loquacions.
Names JONES'" he said-"John Demi-
| john-no Demorest Jones. Live at 70 Zig
| Tag street-no that's Mizzur Wheeler. For
| gotten where l live, but it's somewhere
| round here. Goo night boys
"lf you want to get to Zig Gag street take
the Jay street cars" somebody called after
| him. Out in the street it occurred to him
that he could find out something from the
lamppost He braced himself on a hydrant
and looked up. There appeared to be sew
eral shadowy lampposts revolving round
| and round.
Never saw lamppost like that BEFORE y
said Jones to himself. "Whazzsr use so
many lights all running roun' tha' way. Why
| dom they have one light an make it keep
| still? Know saw Jay street on one of 'em.
| I'll wait till it comes roun' again. There:
THAI right. Only one lamppost now. Stan
| still there; funny thing, this Manha'n cock
| tail. Can read both sides this lamp
| post at once; read more letters than | ever
saw on lamppost fore, but they don make
sense There she goes roun' again; half
dozen of 'em now. IS no use. Nuzzer sloon
| one more left. Have to try that"
| He tumbled into it.
| "You tell me where Mizzur Henry Man
haitian Cocktail lives" he inquired. Il
been lookin' for i'm all night"
| Olives here; finest in the city," said the
barkeeper. Here you are, sir" and he set
| out cocktail.
as no use kicking 'gainst fate" said
Jones' ''S cocktails evrywhere's tonight
| Airs full of 'em."
| You asked for one" said the barkeeper.
'No, didn't" said Jones. asked for
Henry Demijohn Jones. Lives on Zig-Zag
avenue; HIS; my names Wheeler. Know
himg
mo. don't; but there's a policeman out
side who'll tell you"
"S1l right I'll go and ask him."
| He opened the door and fell into the arms
of the policeman.
Where are you going tor asked the
| guardian of the peace.
"Tryin' to fin Mizzur John Henry Whiz-
Yin Jones. Lives 1175 Zig Zag-Jag avenue.
Know 'imT'
There's a man just moved into No. 1175.
| III take you up there"
| He did SO, and deposited Jones on his own
| doorstep.
'"S all right" said Jones. "Know the
houses Here's fi'-dollar note. Go n get a
Manha'n cocktail. Plenty of 'em all roun
here"
| The policeman withdrew. - Jones grabbed
the bell, and pulled it out. Then he sat
down on the steps with the bell-knob in his
| hand.
| mice bell, this, p" he said. ''Handy bell.
Man can sit down If he's tired and ring il
| Just the same"