Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1892-06-28

'but never in quantities. ItmA
ne later. / don't think good y
taken moderately will hurt a man.A
will notice, however, that recently So,
OF our biggest brewers have dropped or
at a comparatively early age. As a
rule those big Germans who drive the
brewery wagons die suddenly at about
the age Of forty FIVE Of apoplexy. 1t
may be said, however, in defense OF
liquor drinking, that consumptlve Is
unusually allowed to drink whisky, ana
that after death mans vital parts are
preserved ia alcohol"
Gus Heckler says that the capacity OF
George Raynor, the soda water man,
has never been accurately determined,
He has more than eight hundred Gus
toners, and once month be IS In the
habit Of making a personal call upon
each customer and opening from one 10
three bottles of champaign at each
place. He always takes his share OF the
wine. How he preserves his equilibrium
is a mystery. Nobody ever saw him
staZger, but ne usually finishes up his
monthly tour al Turkish bath.
Mr.. Heckler was silent for brief
space Of time, evidently pensively mus
ing on Mr.. Raynor's beautifully coined
monthly condition. Then he broke out
in a new spot to pay a deserved tri butte
10 a dear friend. II AN glad OF this
opportunity TO do honor TO that prince
among gentlemen, the genial theatrical
manager, Edward Everett Rice He
carries his load with a perfection Of
grace in speech and manner which is a
striking indication OF the superiority OF
intellect over natter. Mr.. Rice has
large following Of admirers, and ne
treats them with the prodigality OF an
Eastern prince. When he rises in the
morning he finds bottle of Sec beside
his bed. He drinks before rising and has
a champagne cocktale served with hi
breakfast. For lunch his etfervescence
is trapped. The afternoon Is waited
away on the stimulating wings Of the
sparkling product of AlSace, and his
dinner is washed down with quart bot
tie Of the vinous fluid. The depression
consequent upon his managerial duties
is driven away after the performance
by a bottle of the stuff which stimulates
the nerves and the imagination alike.
AS will readily be seen" Mr.. Heckler
went on, "the genial Ed is continually
sore we'd up TO concert pitch. But he
never lapses into diScord, and, although
the objects which he looks
upon may be surrounded by a
slight nebulous haze, his legs
never forget their cunning, but bear
him along his hifolutin' way like those
Of the first grenadier of France. Hoop
la! 1 recall the Dixey dinner" said the
ingenious Heckler with an interpretive
and reminiscent look In his eyes. Il
see the incompatible Rice at that great
banquet trying y rake each guest
drink FIVE quart bott. &champagDe
at his expense. / see hlhS-Oe> soberest
man in the party, his clear head and
shining eyes rising above the lakes OF
champagne, serene and collected. Oh,
halcyon night. viii it ever return"
Mr.. Heckler came out OF his trance
after a little contemplatiye thought,
and dilated at length on the ability Of
Mr.. Samuel CoOnS, q wealthy Philadel-
phian, who pays en- occasional visit to
this city. Mr.. Heckler said IL was the
habit OF Mr.. Coous>"to stack himself up
against" the heaviest champagne drink
ers, and always with success. He
weighs but 40 pounds, but he can carry
away forty bottles Of champagne and
still walk a crack.
There is a poet OF national reputation
whose white head can be seen on Park
Row almost every day. Deep has he
Quaffed in days gone by, but at last he
has awakened to the folly OF filling his
veins with alcohol. Visions of former
delights are, however, still vivid in his
memory, and this is how he describes
them:
The first horns Of corn juice but
serve TO drive away the haunting fiends
of cark and care. But look! These
hideouS spectors are not gone. They
Turk in the shadows, on the horizon Of
my gaze. When five more bowls Of this
rare nepenthe have rippled over the
palate the skeletons are gone. The
grim city stones blossom with roses; the
air is filled with sweetest harmonies;
every hog is a nymph; every tree in the
park vases blossoms like the pomegran-
ate the air is filed with odors sweet;
the feet are winged; the nerves Jingle:
the blood runs riot through the veins;
the copper now has no terrorS, the
dungeon cell no horror, and 'RaZzle,
Dazzle rises involuntarily TO the lips
The brain Is now stimulated to wild
est fancies. After the kind-hearted
officer has lugged you up the stoop and
you have dropped inert upon 20 ur vir-
tuous couch, what thronging thoughts
come fastening to your fancy! You
calculate in q maudiin way how much
you have drunk and are surprised to
find that the empty tumblerS would
hem you in fence OF glass as you lie.
Then athwart your vision comes a glass
tube reaching from floor to ceiling and
in fancy you see it flied with that liquid
which is red. Then the front of the
bed rises, and you let her RISE until it
touches the ceiling. 1t might 60
through the roof, for all you care. Then
comes oblivion. But in the morning
you wear a crown Of thOrns, and swear
of until you can reach the nearest sa.
loon.
1t Saves the Children.
NJ 4 II SbaUaD WallSville Kan