The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-12-03
SATURDAY JAGS.
The Union DepotGets
A Big Assortment
of Them.
ALL WRECELESS WITH MONEY.
Bill Brown Enlightens a
Crowd on a Horse
Deal and Hunting.

II worcester newspaper man had
an assignment to gather as many
drunken men as possible some Satur-
day evening. there is little doubt Of
his first stopping place. He would
head for Union depot. and although he
might see scores of inebriated men
along Front street, the harvest in and
around the depot would be the richest.
1t must not be supposed simply be-
cause more intoxicated people can be
found near the depot than in any other
part of the city that all Of them live out
of town, and are trying to find their
way home. Probably a majority of
them live in Worcester and have no
idea Of going away, but there's some
thing alluring in depot lounging
which intoxicated men cannot resist.
1t isn't because they are Hospitality
received, because Railroad Officer
Deadly is terror to peace disturbers.
AS soon as the irresponsible drunken
man gets inside the depot, he draws
from his pocket a varied collection of
silver and bills, and usually planks it
all down at the ticket window, and
calls for ticket to some country town.
The train may not be scheduled to
leave for an hour, but that makes no
difference, the ticket is good for a seat
in the waiting room, and sometimes
snooze at full length on the seat.
Business men, clerks. and mechanics
make up the Saturday evening gist
of intoxicants who visit Union depot.
It's deep study of human nature to
watch the celebrants entering the
depot The dry goods clerk who has
received his salary, and is bent on
spending it, straightens up wonderfully
and in a businesslike way, approaches
the ticket seller. Holding a roll of bills
on level with his eyes, that all may
see, he counts over the ones and twos,
and tucks the wad in his pocket and
brings out handful of silver. He finds
that the last train to Millbury has gone
expresses regret at this, and turns
away with look of sadness.
The mechanic who has been spending
his wages in his working clothes
doesn't seem to worry bit about
trains or train time when he once gets
inside the depot If he visits the ticket
window, it is without the splendor of
display of wealth shown by the clerk
who preceded him, although he prob
ably has three times the amount of
money tucked away in his clothes The
ticket seller usually has to ask where
&c? The answer is an explanation of
the case leading up to the appearance
of the man in the depot, and assur-
anees of being Jest as sober as any
man.
The-scene on Saturday evenings in
the mems waiting room is not US
ualiy a pleasant one, although it is
sometimes amusing to the soberest of
the travellers who frown upon their hi
larlous fellow occupants of the rail-
road company's passenger room.
Two men both more than comfort
aoly loaded, entered the depot one
night recently. The one addressed as
"Bill"had a demonstrative air, and was
continually giving his friend Sim" adj
wee. The latter was a husky looking
country lad who looked as though able
TO take care of himself, but "BiIl'' was
persistent in his efforts to lecture his
companion upon the rum question.
me dialogue run along like this: 81
Wish yer wouldn't curl up and sleep
sim. Looks bad. Don't do it."
Il amt had no idea o. dom it,"
replied Sim.
ed Bill
Peanuts" replied Sim, who was now
stretched out on a seat
Coin ter take EN- home. I s'pose ter
KINDER straighten things out. You'd
ougnter know better'n ter git so full.
told you more'n two hours ago 10
quit, so faint my fault"
Slm-did not stir SO Bill continued for
the peneht of half a dozen men lined
up on the seat opposite. This here
teller has been used ter drinlin' cider
and thinks he can guzzle evervtbino
same way. Time and again i've talk.
ed ter him, and it don't seem Ter have
no more effect than lecturin' to an
empty house, but I'm bound ter make
man out of him. l kin do it too.
Spose you fellels don't know who
Fn11
pioWln my own horn, but Pm the hest
nonsnan in my town. My names
pm Brown. When l wasn't no bigger
IMAM the kid with the knee pants IN
over thar | was a blazin' good man
WIN NOSES. / sold a boss to a grocer
IN worcester today for $50. Bought
the skate fer five, because he had rirer
bones and spawn, and was kinder tbi7,
l Jest built him up and sold him The
1elie1 here, kinder helps me to snend
money" - eP7ii1
The ,rcwd tired of "hoss" talk. 50 Rtu
gave his friend Sim" connie ~
humps and waited for signs of return
70 wakeIulness. but Sim" did not
move Spying a man with gun and
game bag. Bill bawled out, Been
snootin' Ell? What yer got" "A couple
partrloges, modestly replied the
hunter After looking the birds over
ana assuring the sportsman that thew
VIE pesky small critters " Bill rat
tled OF hunting story: why, there
amt been winter fer ten years thai
ain had cartridges to eat three times
week. Long in November 1 lest 90
out fer couple of days, and gather EN-
IN Last year got 46 in a couple of
days huntin' in my spare time. some
tunes | run short, and then all l have
ter do is ter sit in the woodshed and
smoke fer an hour or two"
Bill paused and soraaooa u, A. ..,..-..5
asked. What good does that do?"
Wen. yer see, l run a kind Of a hunt
ers' supply store. Ny boys do the
shootin', and / sell the game to Won
CITY fellers. When l go out in the
woodshed, lock up shop, and my sup
ply hangs out till my boys get back
with more game"
The passengers agreed that Bill was
either wisely drunk or a shrewd fellow.
but they didn't know which until Sim
opened his eyes and said: BILL you've
told some whoppers, but that beats EN-
all" Bill got indignant, and declared
that 1t was near traintime Taking