Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-01-28
A LOVELY JAG.
HOW DUSTY RHODES GOT ALL THR LUSH HIS
STOMACH WOULD HOLD
And ANDY" Taught the Youngsier tie Noble
Art Of Mixing Drnks-DusiY Finally Got
Enough, and Went Ont to Fighta Cable
Car Bare Fis.ed.
" J. EUeniag Tsiegran.

"o VIII call him Tom Maguire, be-
GAUGE that isn't his name. Were he 10
see his name in the Telegram in connec-
tion with this story, his kicking would
put an Old hnt-lOck musket and an
Erie canal mule TO the blush. Not that
Mr.. Mcguire dislikes fame, but he hates
| notOriety.
Mr. Mcguire is one OF you contempla-
| tive, reposeful men, q man who never
allows his nerve to show on the surface.
u man VINO has looked across gaming
taole, In the early days Of Montana,
| lulo the cold, blue barrel OF a Smith and
Wesson self-cocker without the culver
| OF an eyelash. Mr.. Mcguire is a mill
osophical as Herbert Spencer is his
iavorite author.
Mr. Mcguire not only dresses richly.
put well. No gaudy jewelrY mars his
peiect waistcoat and cravat. a beauti
iul sapphire, the size OF a pea, nestIes
In the latter, and small gold guard
| hangs between the third buttonhole OF
his waistcoat and his waiStcoat pocket.
His watch IS worth $3.50. and has An
! open face. He rarely looks at it. His
hands and feet are shapely and well tax
en- care OF. HIS eyes are blue, STEADY.
| penetrating. His hair and Inustache
are Ike ripe wheat. lie is about five
! feet eleven in height, and weighs in the
vicinity OF lG0 pounds, His fortune is
modest-not To say tImid-one OF
about $40, 900. When in New York the
Gilsey House is his aiding place.
"A few months ago Mr.. Mcguire put
into execution scheme which has long
been revolving in his mind. He had
been lucky at the races aud in stocks.
lie went down TO Central America
and began to make geographical re-
/ las
OF Central America, he bought piece
! OF real estate and erected I building
upon 1T. The building he calls the
Hoffman House" His barroom would
be credit To Broadwa IL is lined
with orlc-a-brac, tapestries and costly
pictures, line liquors and cigars. When
the work was completed he became
convinced that the only thing he want
ed was New York bartender, one who
could mix and serve adroitly every kind
OF drink mixed, served aud drunk on
Broadway.
AS Mr. Mcguire is not drinking
man himself, he determined to get a
bartender who did not know the taste
OF liquor and yet one VINO would be able
TO mix New York concoctions. So be
came TO New York and inserted an ad-
| vertisement. About 200 men answered
that one advertisement, and out OF that
army be chose one COOl-headed looking
! youth, pocket edition OF himself, who
said that he had never had the slight
est inclination to taste LIQUOR OF anv
| kind sold over bar. But he couldn't
: mix drinks. He could learn. Very well
| SO Mr. Mcguire went 10 a well-known
! caravausary on upper Broadway, pres.d-
/ ed over by the celebrated aud popular
/ Andy Hunter. After a long talk with
/ Mr.. Hunter bargain was struck-Mr.
! Hunter was TO come 10 the cafe on the
| following Sunday and spend the whole
| day In teaching NJ. Maguire's new
! acquisition how TO shoot bitters and
/ spices into whiskeys and gin. Mr.
Mcguire agreed TO pay for all the drinks
mixed
But" observed Mr.. Hunter, cat
will be pity to mix ali those drinks
merely to throw them away. You don't
! drink Mr.. Mcguire, 1 don't drink. and
/ your new bartender doesn't drink'-
! well. III have n man there who does
! drink. at 'ten a. IN. sharp. Please be
on hand. The drinks will not be thrown
away" easily Interrupted Mr. Mcguire
~ ue strOked his corn-colered mustachs
Then he went away.
Last Sunday, al ten A NJ, when the
chimes Of Grace Church stole up Broad
way, suggesting TO early rising church
/ gOers the pastoral days OF their vouth
tho side door 90 n certain inn on one OF
| Broadway corners was cautiously
| opened by Mr. Hunter and there en-
I tered Mr.. Mcguire, q young man and
something looked Ike that and which
once was man. ~ looked like bundle
o. animated rags. A large bundle. A
! very large bundle. 10 vas real. gen
uine, seasoned tramp. lie was the soul
| Of good humor. He laughed, chuckied
J and rubbed his hands in perfect
ecstacy Of plcasurabio anticipation. lie
was the Dusty Rhodes" Of the comic
Fweeklies TO tho li'e.
Whore did you get it?" gasped
Andy.
cover in Madison Square" replied
/ Mr.. Mcguire, surveying his find with
eye Of q cOuuOissenr; "and." c1nfdcu.
TALLY, che hasn't had q drink, ont Of
even a tomato can, in four days. Go on
with your lesson. l'll sit here and
watch the result. just make barton
der out OF that Young man, aud let him
serve our dlap.datcd friend with the
drinks you mix. Nothing shall 20 10
waste. HuIlo. he's at your lunch coun-
ter already. Say, my friend, you dont
want 90 hll up on shat red herring.
| Ihcre won't be any room for the
| liquids"
"Easy's the word, mate, I'm only
creatln' thirst" mumbied Dusty
Rhodes. as he crushed four slivers Of
small red behring's into his mouth, took
a chair, crossed bis legs, and waited.
Andy began on "Bily Swan cock.
tail, " which Is made with orange bitters.
vermouth, Tom gin, ice, and half lime.
The young embryo bartender served 10
% Dusty, and Ike n fash it was gone.
The uo1J drink mixed was a whisky
sour-a spoonful OF sugar, lemon Juice.