Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-06-18
A MOB OF "MANAGERS."
Two Washington Men Make Noble Eff
forts Against Overwh Ginning Odds.


forts Against Overwhelming Odds.
81 made visit to New York last week.
said a well-known Washington sporting
man. land at Broadway and 3ith street
ran into a former Washington journalist.
He has been holding down a desk on one
of the morning papers for some time.
1--WE walked up Broadway toward AID
street Before we had gone dozen steps
we met a smooth-fa faced man who was in
troduced to me as - manager OF
- We all stepped into place where
we could quench our thirst Before we
reached the next corner we met another
smooth-faced man, who was likewise in
troduced as manager He at once said
he was thirsty, and none disagreed with
him.
lat 35th street my friend espied still an
other smooth-faced man in evening dress
in a hanson. The recognition was mutual.
The cab drew up to the curb, and its occu-
pant was introduced as manager OF some
body in the theatrical world. This time the
thirst was on me-
Opposite the Herald building somebody
came up behind my friend and slapped him
on the back. The usual Introduction took
place, and l became acquainted with an
other manager This fellows thirst dt
was a hot night was terrible and sudden.
We two were just as thirsty as ever.
LAS we were going into Jim CorbettS we
fell into the arms Of two more theatrical
men They were comic opera comedians.
They said it was so hot that they would
have to go back and moiSten their parched
Threats.
AT Kid McCoy's we picked up the
broken chain of managerial introducdons.
and l met two more managers. By this
time 1 began to feel a little gay. 1 had.
however. the honor Of Washington's sport
ing fraternity to uphold, and as my capaci-
ty is above the average, 1 did the honors
all right.
when we drifted into Tom O. Rourke's.
at the Delavan. the place was full of the
profesh. My friend. of course. knew them
all, and as it was WaShingtonian showing
Washingtonian the sights. we kept our end
up high. I met three more managers, and
If any of them ever signed the pledge they
showed the spirit of true repentance. 1t
was now past midnight, and in the push
had been up against had had, up to the
time of hitting the three men In O Rourke' 8.
eight manhattans, three gin hzzes. thirteen
highballs and one small bottle. My COM
panions load was about the same, but our
responsibilities were great, and we pro-
posed to let those Broadway fellows know
that when we go up against thing we are
right against it hard all Of the time.
Handicapped as we were by our prelim-
mary loads, my friend and l came up to
the wire in pretty good shape for the final.
We resolved to drink those three barn
stormers to a dead finish. We set the pace
at a fast clip 1t was round after round,
bottle after bottle Slowly and surely the
tanks were filled up to the brim. At 2
I'm. the theatrical fellows were tail-enders,
with the walters carrying their unresiSttng.
sumbering, dead-to-the- world forms to
their cabs.
winners though we were, my friend and
l were wrecks. We could, however. creep
to our cabs, though what happened after
ward I never knew. All the next day re-
manned indoors. and could see nothing but
smoot h. faced men in evening dress, all of
whom were managers, playing around my
bed, with the latest of the bunch sitting
on my chest. About every other man in
the theatrical line in New York. it seems
to me, is a manager but we upheld the
credit Of our home sporting contingent
against all corners, all right.