The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-11-07
One Nicht in a Drug Store

The night policeman.
The drug clerk
The driver of a nighthawk.
The r0under.
The Drug CIerk-"yYell, T wish il woaId
come morning. In too sleepy to keep
my eyes ooen."
The Policeman-"W Why don't you keep
EN- shut, then. You'd be prettier"
The Cab Driver-"That int no lie"
The Clerk-''You're great joshers."
The Policeman-"J-hat's right. Say
honest, young felly, YOU make me tired.
Here you sit around in a nice. warm
place, don't do nothin all the night long
but Jerk sarsaDaroola water out Of he
soda fonten, and once in while We 90
in and mix Up Is cents worth of dope
and charge a felly a dollar and sixty
I'VE cents for it, and then You sell the
cheap cigars TO a Jag for quarter and
knock down ten cents. Gwan. I'm next
to all yer games"
The Cab Driver-.'Ain't it the TRUTH
The Drug Cierk-'Wen, whot do you
90 ali night long2 You saunter around
and sit for an hour down in the cigar
store till the fellow locks up and goes
home. Then you stand around and josh
with the hackmen down on the next
/ corner. Then you come in here and sit
around the rest Of the night. Say, hon
est, I don't see how YOU have the nerve
to ask the city for your money. I don {
wonder the loan sharks beat you TO II
/ half the time
The Policeman-"Is that 500 Say, young
felly, you're gettin' too cute TO mix dope.
You ought to go on the stage"
Enter the rOunder.
The Gimme whisky an
soda"
The clerk-"This is no saloon. This is
a drug store"
The Rounder-"Ari No sharm.
Gimme a bromo shelcher. Want shober
up. Go home ter family Got finest
family n fifteen eonties."
The Policeman-"Yo don't know any
thing about the troubles a copper has.
It's walk, walk, walk al the night long.
It's once in a big, long time when we get
q chance to come in and sit down ike
this. And the Loots liable to pop his
head in any old time and say. 8IcGuney,
get on your beat Then it's the Trial
board and fine Of three days pay"
The RoUnder-"Shay, can you tell me
where I'd find a Dolishman?"
The Policeman-''Don't get fresh, young
felly. er I'll pinch YOU"
The Rounder-"All RI all RI, ole chap.
Amt Tended, are you? No tense; hon
est no tense"
The Drug C1erk-''Well, your troubles
amt a marker to ours. Here at night
I have 10 be soda water clerk, prescrip-
ton clerk, cashier, and everything. Then
al kinds Of people come in"
The Rounder weeping profusely)-''Y'
mean me. Breash my heart! I'm dis
CRASH I m family"
The Cab Driver-"Cut It out"
The Shay, you're all tellin'
hard luck stories. Didsh any gent eman
an then fin out that dishtilleries run all
day an night, too? Can't drink up all
whisky in country. Can't drink up half
whisky in country Dishtillery don
play fair. Work day an night. Can't
drink day an night. Have sleep day
time
The That's .. sad story. Get
Job as a night policeman and sleep all
night, too"
The rounder weeps on the cabby's
shoulder.
The ca5by-"Rainin' AGAIN."
The Rounder-"I have awful confes-
sion to make F7give me, m friend I'm
man what run away with your cab and
Civ you 30 cents, an killed your horsh -
The Cabby-"What are you talkin'
about"
The Rounder-''' Cause I killed v horsh.
7 killed y horsh. o, polishman. take me
tn gallows and hang me; I'd snerve it. -
The Policeman-'Be Better put this fnng
in the water bucket before it all melts"
The C1erk-'He'H be confessing that he
stole Charley Ross pretty soon"
The Rounder-'Yesh, yesh. killed
Sharley Rosh. I pushed him off State
streech bridsh. o, policeman. take your
faithful gun and Kill me, for m hartsh
break"
The Ponceman-"Here's wher I quit
the game I'm going out on my beat
Besides, it's pretty near time for me 70
go back to the station. [ can't stand
for the train-storm here"
The Rounder Gn a food Of grieD-
"Farev II, polishman. farewell IF ever
come -ck from cruel war don't fail TO
hunt ne up. Farewell foresher."
The Policeman-"Dont get risky"
The Rounder (sobbing bitteriy)-"Most
Works day an night 'stlleries do. cant
keep up with them No fair
The Cab Driver-"Get an umbrella.
He's leakn' again"
The Policeman-"say you better drill
home. young fely. You think Of too
many things. You're liable TO die II a
broken heart some mornin."
The Cab Driver Liable to die Of a
broken head. If he does his weep act
around me III loose him
The Clerk-"What do YOU care? That's
way you get money for the taxes TAX
! ing fellers just lige ne is home"
The Cabby-'If I made money taking
cheap dope mixers home I'd starve TO
death in a week"
The Clerk with fine irony)-''Sorf
The Cabby-t Sure thing; make little
enough as it's. stand around the corner
for an hour and then a cheap htde FLYER
to the Union depot The guy makes me
run tn horse all the way and then kicks
to the police cause charge him half
dollar"
The Casby-'say, it's a Shame to let
Il live Come or 30. now Ehe police
man saws you &c home with ne in my
cab or he'll run You In"
Exeunt policeman. cabby and rOunder.
The Night Clerls-"1t isn't the long
-ours or the roor pay that makes ;he
Job so disagreeable. It's the society YOU
have TO keep"