The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-09-11
He Got That Claret Punch.

Wall street men, as everybody knows, are the
best dressed men in New York, says the New
York Herald. But it is curious to observe what
change the neglige shirt has made in the at
tire Of natty stock exchange brokers.
Two years ago there wasn't man of fashion
in town who would of thought of showing him
self upon the street, no matter how hot the
weather, unless in the full regaia of high, stiff
exasperating collar, starche linen shirt and
that most uncomfortable and unnecessary of all
summer garments, q waistcoat Then it would
have meant social ostracism TO be seen in a
flannel shirt worn without a vest" and with
ones trousers held up by belt But now N
is quite the correct thing, and on a particu-
larry SWeltering day 1t hasn't been very uncom-
mon to see a dudish broker rush out of au office
in the heat of the day and dive into a cafe for
cooler" or sandwich, actually without a
coat on. Imagine the horror Of an old time
swell at such spectacle!
But this shirt sleeve business is carving the
thing too far, and conservative Wall street men
frown upon 1t as little too free aud etrsy At
Deimonco's Broad street cafe. down by the
stock exchange, Charley Delmonico recently
laid down the rule that his walters ana bar.
tenders must not serve a coatess customer
There was an occasional kick, but the walters
were always firm, though very polite, In obey
ing instructions, and as no fellow likes to be
barred out of Del's the new derarCure didn't 90
One day, however, Charley Delmonico's anti.
shirt sleeves order was successfully and very
cleverly deded, and the boys haven't quit laugh.
ing about 1t yet
1t was a scorching day, when Gen. Humidity
was getting in his deadliest work A Nassau
street bookseller, who sometimes takes a flyer
in stocks, was in the office of his broker watch
ing the blackboard with the anxiety of a man
who has big interest in the market. Broker
and customer, with big palm leaf fans
stretched out on pair of big wicker easy chairs
were simultaneously smitten with desire for
something cooling, and, at the customers suQ.
gestIon. they picked up their hats and sailed
into Delmonico's, next door. The broker as il
happened, had on linen Office coat, but the
perspiriug customer who had removed his cloth
coat in the brokers' office, hadn't troubled 70
put it on when he came out.
'Gi' me brandy smash, said the broker To
the artist behind the bar.
I'll take claret punch" said the customer
when the fragrant smash had been placed be.
fore bis companion.
The barkeeper looked uncomfortable. stI am
very sorry, sir, he faltered "but we can't serve
a gentleman without coat on. It's against
orders, sir"
What" exclaimed the customer indio.
nantly. But indignation wouldn't help the
matter. aud the man behind the bar explained
alphabetically that he couldn't make auy ex-
ception, much as he would like to-
Hold on minute, suddenly exclaimed the
broker, like man who has an idea. He
quickly took off his own coat and handed it 70
the coatless one with:
Here, put that on"
the customer ''tumbled" at once, and SO did
the bsrkeeper.
AND now, SAID the customer, as he stood
before the bar with his friends coat on. stnix
me that claret punch. quick"
The barkeeper was on the broad grin and SC
was the crowd, who enjoyed the trick i'm.
mensey.
The claret punch was ready In fifty. Mean.
time the coatless broker kept his grip on the
brandy smash.
All ready? Let FER gol Here's to Charley
Delmonicos orderl" exclaimed he without the
coat.
Two elbows went up. two heads were thrown
back, there was pleasant gurgling sound and
all was over.
And nobody enjoyed the joke more than
Charley Delmonico did.