Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury [Connecticut]) 1903-1917, 1903-08-17

He Forgot to Provide Beer For His Tramp Auditors
and Was Thrown Out * Escaped With His Life

pfause. The applause consisted Of ev-
cry man stamping his feet and crying
cut in chorus: ..
Hear, hear! But where's the beer?"
The speaker then related the story of
the governor. The governor had beer
an keenan,, but owing to the dishen-
eSty or his customers he had failed in
business and taken to tramDing. He
had got so low down that he would
steal eggs from under a sitting hen,
when lightning rod man met him and
appealed to his better nature and am
billion A change came over him at
once. be began to work his way up,
and ten years later he was the beloved
governor of a great state and offering
champagne to all tra1nps who called at
his kitchen door. The. story made an
impression. Every man stamped his
feet and cried out: .so*
Hear, hear! But, where's the beer?"
Mr.. Bowser ignored the hear and the
beer and spoke Of the evils of intern
perance. He~wass not living example
Of it himself, but he had first cousin
who began on ginger, ale and ended up
ON whisky and In a drunkarfs grave.
The Foundation of industry, integrity
and success was sobIiety. Not tramp
could hope to. rejuvenate himself and
CARRY bottle IN his hind pocket at the
same time. He was just preparing to
quote figures on the awful effects Of
mtamperance ON the tramps of Amer
lea when he was interrupted by anoth-
en- burst Of applause. 1t wSsx another
fEASa nIH
"Hear, hear! But where's the beer?',
"What does this meanF' demanded
Mr.. Bowser as he folded his arms and
looked around him. 81 came here to
SOW seeds of ambition, to impIant new
er and higher ideas, to arouse your
dormant ambition and lift you'"-,....
"Hear, hear! But where's the 1beer?''
chorused the audience, while the mar
BILE cutter beckoned him into the front
shop again and whispered: s.s.s-....
"You gee, you ought to have taken
the boys little different
GLOW differentW ,-.....
"You ought toahave divided your talk
into four parts, with beer between each
one. That's what they are used to,
and they are rather uneasy over it.
I'm afraid you don't understand. the
tramp as he is. He's got to have his
beer to help him aim high"
"WeIl, he won't get it from me-" was
the reply. Il was told that / wonM
find men here who would be ready to
listen to reason and argument u
"And you have, sir-you have. But
don't you understand that beer makes
argument go al the, better? Just send
out for two gallons of beer like little
man, and I'll warrant you'll see any
amount of ambition after it comes in
81 won't send for a drop. I'll conttn-
ne my remarks, and If I'm insuted
again TIL stop short off and go home"
Mr.. Bowser returned to his audience
and started out to give the number of
tramps who had risen to be generals
In the last ten years, but before he had
spoken twenty words he was interrur&s
ed by a chorus of:
Dear, dear, do we get any beer?"
And while he was looking around for
his hat the chorus changed to:
ooh, why is he here if we haven't
got beer?'' Il ~.
"Gentlemen''- he began. But the
next moment there was rush, and he
was carried outdoors and across the
street and left stranded among the
scrap iron on a vacant lot. ...
A quarter of an hour later Mrs Bow