Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-09-28
THEIR LITTLE GAME.
Es Was vociferSus1y objected To, Bus
 the Participants Kept It Coins Right Along.

Dingenvort was tired and went to v bed early: consequently he was not pleased when he was awakened from his first stage of slumber by the sounds of serenade in the alley. It was a mans voice singing and the voice II. itself was not particularly unpleasant. relates the Chicago Daily News. What disturbed him especially was the mo anotony of the melody and the rapiditys with which the words were uttered 1n some unknown tongue. It was more of a chant than song and it cont1n ued without breathing pause>~longe1 than Dingenvort could have imagined possible. There's one comfort about it." he reflected; 'it cant last long at that rate."
 That consolation had scarcely oc cured to him when suddenly another voice took up the chant without the break of note in the connection while the first one ceased. It was the same sustained gabble and the same seesaw of tune. From time to time continuous shout of laughter, pitched in many keys, came from the alley, but through it all the song con tinued
 Mighty odd,@ thought Dingenvort, ''I wonder bow long that confounded row is going to keep up?''
 He got up and raised the window. He saw half dozen men grouped around the singer, who looked up at the sound of the opened window but PSu {vc vort watched him curiously and in a minute or two saw him drop out of the circle, while third man ad. vanced, singing if possible even more rapidly than the others had done. By the light of the street lamp at the end of the alley Dingenvort saw police man stop and listen without making any attempt to bring the entertain. ment to close.
 "I'm not going to stand for this,' ,' said Dingenvort. Here. you fellows!" !" he called. Gut that out and move along"
 continued amid fresh bursts of laugh ter
 "'Raus nit you!" shouted Ding envort. "Allez Gitl Vamos!"
 One or two of the men clapped thd singer on the shoulder. and with much merriment directed his atten- tion to the indignant householder. But the singer was not to be interrupted until fourth man took his place; then he stepped back with a glean of white teeth directed upward at the man at 1le window
 Hey of1cer!" shouted Dingenvort, and the policeman moved forward. The man who was now singing suw him, but the torrent of gibberish that burst from him seemed to double it's rate of speed. It was like the cracKae of a gatling gun. The policeman was now close to him and he backed away li5tle, still singing, and it was only when he felt the policeman's hand on his shoulder that he stopped. and the instant he did so his companions bounced on him with noisy mirth and bore him away down the alley at a run.
 we'll" gasped Dingenvort, as the policeman stood looking after them. What kind of lunatic asylum do you call that. ,of1cer?"
 "It's game they have" explained the officer. i've heard lem many's the time. One of lem starts it an when he's got to some word the next takes it up an the man that quits or doesn't t come to time sets 'em up to the gang. They're some kind of foreigners
 "Why didn't you stop them before?'' demanded Dingenyort
 Why should F" said the police man, tolerantly. They're good-na. tured an tis their way. We cant all be Irishmen''
 Dingenvort shut the window and went back to bed. There are some disadvantages in living in a cosmo. politan city," he told himself.