The evening world., 1903-07-14
Even a Man with a Room In a
Hotel Can't Buy a HighbaII
Since DooIey's Been Sent
Back There Again.
NO ALL-NIGHT LICENSES.
And " the Proprletors Try to Sell
Without One Policeman Is
Likely to Be PeerIns Through the
skyIlsht or Spying In Some Way.

The lonesomest places In Kings
County after l o'clock in the morning
are Coney Island and Greenwood Gene
terry.
man went down 10 Coney Island
yesterday evening, took n swim In the
ocean. ate a good meal, engaged a room
In hotel and went TO bed He woke
up at los o'clock this morning with a
sandpaper thirst and a sense Df desola-
tlon.
Pushing button In the room he be-
gan to dress himself. A bellboy an
swered the button call
Bring me n long hlghbail with plenty
of Ice In it," ordered the man.
Cant do It SIR" replied the boy.
well" remarked the man. 'if they've
sold al the booze ia the house 20 across
the street and get It or go next door and
get It."
you can't get drink on the island -
said the boy.
The man had no hesltancy in calling
the boy liar. He had been to Coney
Island before. Besides, he was a guest
of the hotel. He went downsta airs and
found all the doors locked. He asked
for tho proprietor. The proprietor had
gone to Brooklyn to get a drink.
No All-Night Licenses.
They don't give US any all-nlght IL
conses.' explained a person In charge,
and II We try to sell anything on the
quiet there is likely to be a cop looking
through the skylight or hiding Under the
lcebox. It's all off since Dooley came
down"
The man went out on Surf avenue
The lights were nearly all extinsaished
A solitary mcrry-go-round was run
ming. but there was no music. The only
merchant doing business was a man
selling frankfurters.
An occasional wayfarer passed by,
hurrying for a car. Six or seven police
men fitted alcng. trying doors. dodging
up alleys and peering On windows. Their
footballs sounded like those made by
horses galloping over wooden bridge.
The booming OF the surf quarter OF a
mile away was audible.
ITO Sutherland's for mine" unused the
man. "SutherlanG's never closes"
So he tourneyed over to the Bowery.
Not a living being In sight. In the faint
moonlight the Bowery looked like a
back street IN country town. Tho
doors OF tho concert halls were barred.
On one OF the walks leading TO the
ocean a woman scurred across like a
shadow. A slim young man darted out
of n doorway after her. but she beat
him to wherever she was going. The
young man had a policemans shield
pinned to his right suspenderr.
Sutherland's was In darkness. The
doors were locked. The man ratified and
kicked. A voice from above shouted.
Ordered on the streets.
Get away from there or something
will drop on your head"
He wandered down the Bowery In a
trance. 1-ndArson's was locked.
Stauchs dance hall looked like the in
terlor of church on q week day. Inc
ghostly stiffness was uncanny.
A policeman stepped out OF the dark
ness
do you live here2" asked tho cop.
No" replied the man. Il think I'm
Then skip for car" advised the po-
You skip for the interior OF the
earth" retorted the man, This is an
open thoroughfare of the city of New
York; | am a dog tax paying reputa BILE
citizen and you have no right to shoe
me-"
"Ir give you two minutes to chase
yourself. announced the cop. land II
you don't I'll chase you to the station
house"
The cop talked like, a person who
meant II and the ma1 chns
Surely" he thought, Fred Thomson
won't see me de of thirst. I'll skip
over to Luna Park and see him"
A lone watchman doZed at the gate
OF Luna Park, which was the abode OF
gloom.
Cant get In here" growled the
watchman.
But I'm a personal friend OF Fred
Thomson and Skip Dundy." protested
the man. flashing his credentials.
They've both gone to bed,' said the
watchman.
And It was not yet 2 o'clock!
The man vert down to hhe police sta
tion and wandered In. The sergeant
was making entries in q blotter that
looked like the balance sheet Of tho
Standard OIL Company.
"Is this Coney Island?" asked the
man
yes. sir" answered the sergeant.
The man staggered back against the
wall and groped his wav TO the door
At daylight he was found with mud
on his shoes and his tongue hanging
out beating fnintlv with his hands on
the gateway of deserted brewery in
Bay Ridge.