Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1899-04-21


Ignoring the interruption, that our
profession most lacks?"
Drinks" persisted Hit-the-Can
Say, you close your face" said Wea
Bit
"Wot's de uset CT asluin' foolish
questions den?" demanded Hitthe-
Can.
All Of US have, one time or another
felt that there was something laelkng
in the business. COLLINS emltteA a
giuut OF assent Well what Is az
'Whiskl" shouted Hit-she-Can
Oats wot Il Isl" ST
Are you making this speech or
me?' cried the outraged orator I'm
speaking for a principle. | have an
object in life. have Whats your OBJ
lect in life, I'd like 10 know" he add
ed. with bitter scorn.
The bitter scorn passed clear over
Hit-the-Can COLLINS. who responded
with perfect cheerfulness:
IF can't get whisk, mixed ale's
next"
"Prlnciplei" shouted the orator.
Principles the thing. What Is there
in our profession that's Hight"
High ball. by GOSH" beloved HIT
the-Can, rising from his place in time
TO receive on the outside of his waist
coat the contents OF Wee BITS schoon-
er.
Hasty Intervention ON the part OF
the chairman and sergeant-at-aIms
prevented hcSH,ites, and the orator
the thread CT eloquence having been
severed, rellnqulshed the floor after
explaining that unity OF purpose and
fixed standard OF touches were all
that was needed to put the profession
on high and profitable plane. Coochy
Cock then arose and enunciated the
principle that a man ought TO be able
to make a good living by panhandling.
and II he couldn't, then he had a right
20 steal, and down with the police.
That's al right. said the lrrepres-
sible H.t-the-Can Collins Il been
down with em several times to the
Oak street station, and there's nothin'
in IT,"
BY special request the Hobo Quar-
tet then sang the Ballard OF the
Lodging House" the first verse OF
which runs:
Was you ever on the slumber in a
seven-cent rope?
With a hundred ether hoboes all a
poundsn Of their ear,
Oh, you couldn't get to sleep wish a
dose o. yeller dope.
For the soundin' OF the snorin' Is al
the noise you hear.
GChous. ]
Swee-ee-ee-eet, swee-ee-ee-eet sum
berl
Al six O'Clock they cut the rope ans
flap you on the deck.
Swee-ee-ee-eet, swee- ee-ee-eet SUM
bert
With some other hobo's trOtters nest
lin softly on your neck.
Ar 10 O'Clock Charles Baciga,upo
the Mulberry street undertaken. cam
in, anu the hoboes came forward q
pay their respects for he burles tn
dead OF the fraternity. This brok
up the speaking and singing, and con
versation became general. The bust
ness instinct rose dominant in the no
DO breast and in three minutes there
after the sun reporter underwent n
less than fifteen separate touches, be
sides the generous offer OF one dilap
dated gentleman. who wished to te
the story OF his life for the modes
remuneration Of % cents, which
subsequently, marked down to dim
When the reporter escaped the hOboC
were demanding more beer and sins
ing the rollicking chorus OF "Thr'
Jolly Buns"
There was some talk OF making Y
dinner a monthly institution so lor
, as times are good. Among those pre-
ont were: TIN Boxes Kelly, Inn
Knott, COllar-the-Snfpe SlOpI
Weather Radeler. Sore-hnger Alega
. The Island Wanderer. Ballot Mnrpl
and Johnson on WIheels.-New YOl
=, sun.