Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1903-02-02
SHORT STORY FOR
EVENING HOURS
JOHN Is NIGHTMARE

John L. lived his life all over again
yesterday. when his glorious past came
back In dream with the belt and the
championship and large. round wads,
dream he snubbed again and then for
gave and was kind to the Prince OF
Wales, now King. But the vision end
ed In a nightmare.
The vision came in one OF those four
hour maps which John takes these days.
II was in Billy Clark's saloon on Forty
second street, just of Broadway, one
of the ex-champion's, fayorite thirst
stations. He got there at o'clock
yesterday morning on his way home
from a pleasant evening in Jim Ben
Nets back room on Seventh avenue.
II was early for him to be going home,
put Jim shut up and the friend of the
Emperor of India had TO go somewhere
He got to Billy's in time to get the last
drink served in that place.
The bartender told him he couldn't
stay. because they were moving all
1.-THE booze out and going to tear down
the building.
Go to hell," said John. Never
heard of tearin' down a saloon. Sou
reither. Nobody ever heard Of tearin
saloon down. There Amt enough now.
Took me eight minutes to get here
from Jim Benefits. What the hell
American citizen do II they tear this
lsaloon down and takes longer than
Ieght minutes to get over from Jim
Bennet's? What the hell this country
comm 10 when talk about tearin' down
saloon? Say. wait minute; goin' TO
put up bigger sloon?"
Nope. going to have a mission here, -
replied the bartender
John saw two men rolling n barrel
toward the door. He grabbed them
both and made them roll II back
ITO hell with your" he said. I'll
move out this rum. See? I'll move on;
this rum And it'll go out inside oil
John l.. Tell your boss that"
. Then John sat down to guard the
place against the vandals. All hands
waited for him to go to sleep. Tha
: happened in about five minutes. Th'
bartender told the workmen they wer'
safe for four hours, anyway, and ha,
better hustle on the Job.
l. Between snorts John said things II
. his sleep. That's how the men knew
!. what he was dreaming.
Here's thousand dollars for YOU
: damn cheap bar. Who the hell says
1, % 4 tn 1,
is Boston, amt IL? Washington street
, amt II? I'm John L.. amt |? Well
, what's eatin' you, then? Ever hear
, anybody say John L. didn't own Bos'
> ton? He's liar. Smash 'em all
/. every damned saloon Washington
4 street.
1 Wow, wha-a-ack," The sleeper
= swung his cane arm and the moving
4 van men jumped and dropped case o
Y Jamaica. but there was no danger. Tit
= dream was still on.
There goes your mirrors. Here!
< another thousand. Count 1t. That
+ right, amt IL? Thousand dollars
Throw that champagne on the floor.
want to get my feet wet. Throw II OF
the floor, Now tell 'em John LIS hav
in his mornin' foot bath. To hell witt
Beacon street. Here's another thou
: sand"
The movers had leaned n rolled-ul
u rubber mat against Johns chair, Hi
I hand touched II and he dreamed of hi
: roll of fifteen years ago.
Lady, take me wad and buy coal
= Pay the rent No thanks. lady, NJ
!. thanks. It's John l., you'se lookin AT
- Keep the change"
In his sleep Se was swept from Bos
ton to London
Say. fren'. tell the Prince Of Walet
to go TO blaZes. Tell him fer me. job.
l.. sullivan of America. Tell him tn,
people are back of me and they Civ,
me a belt that would make his Sunda,
crown look like tinker's dam. Tel
him that fren Tell him he can take
' his royal ring and go chase himself.
What's that? The Prince apologies
for tryin' to bar me young fren' from
America? Did he say me fren' coult
come in, too, while | spar for his Roya
Joblots? Well then, tell the Prince
: forgive him. Tell him he can squeez'
: me fesh-John LIS flesh, Tell hin
that, fren'. But tell him | won't pu
b up me hans for single punch till h.
: shakes with me young fren' he trie'
! TO bar
"Ah, Wales, same to yolise. Wales
this is me fren'. Shake, shake hearty.
The rattle of lot of glasses droppef
; by nervous or careless van mar
: brought John back to America.
"lf youse drop me belt ag'in II
E smash yer eyes till youse look back
!. ward. What the hell right have truck
3 like you to handle di'mon's? Put II