The independent., 1907-01-24
OId Stories RevisedTen Nights in Bar Room e,o,,. As

tween a Saloon and Bicycle Rest was
that in Saloon the Lunch did not
cost anything.
The Manager Of the high class Re-
sort explained his System to the trav-
eller
Il find that many persons who have
been carefully brought up do not like
to go into a Barroom," said he $50
have 1t carried in from another Room.
Why should l ruin my fellow man by
giving 1T to him in a Growler when !
can serve 1t to him in Stein and get
ten cents for it?"
Then this is not a Retail Liquor
Establishment" asked the old fogy
traveller, who was certainly getting
acquainted with new set Of Curves.
"By no MEANS" replied the Man
ager. "At a Retail Liquor Establish
ment you cannot get your Tires blown
up free Of charge
When next the Traveller came along
that way the Bicycle had died an
awful death. and was no longer used
except by the Working Glasses.
He was afraid that possibly the
Manager had gone back into the Sa-
loon Business, thereby spreading sor-
row and desOlation throughout the
Community.
But not SO. When he strolled down
to the corner he found himself at a
Summer Garden. The Back Yard had
been sprinkled with Gravel and was
tastefully decorated with Evergreen
Trees growing in Tubs.
A bunch Of Heinys sat on the Stage
at one end Of the Garden and tore off
Ragtime, while Otto and Louie and
several other members Of the Union
jumped from one table to another
serving High Balls, Rickeys and Rem
sen Coolers.
II am sorry to see that you are still
peddling the accursed stuff which men
shoot through the Oesophagus to steal
away their Brains, said the Traveller,
who still had some Of his antiquated
prejudice against Strong Drink.
you are dead wrong" replied the
Proprietor. II am now the Director
Of an Amusement Enterprise. We play
Classical Music every Thursday Even
ing, and many a Citizen Of Spotless
Reputation, who never leaned his
Chest against mahogany slab in his
whole life, comes here and sits under
a Tree to listen to Vogner and gets
piped to the Gills. ! have to run this
kind Of Place in order to get the
quiet Family Trade. The boys tap a
fresh Keg every eight. minutes. and
am being backed by Trolley Com
pany, the Directors Of which are SO
conscientious that they never would
support an ordinary Booze Headquart-
ers'
The Old Traveller thought that he
had known few things about the
Curse Of Alcohol, but he found himself
guessing
II am getting new line on the
crowning Evil Of our Age" said he.
"It seems that the Habit is conpara-
lively harmless If you listen to music
while teaing up"
In all of his writings on the sub
ject of Rum Selling he had described
reeking, low class Tavern, where
villainouS looking Men sat at the
Rough Tables and poured down fiery
Beverages until they were crazed,
after which they went nome to murder
their Relations.
Instead of which he now found some
of the SWEETEST married couples repre-
setned in the Blue Book holding in
formal Receptions and cutting into the
Grape.
Nobody seemed to crave Rum, but
there was certainly fierce demai ID for
the cool Bronx Cocktail, the imported
German Stuff with the foamy Collar
on it, the tall kind with Grass growing
out of the Tumbler the little Irish Ice
berg. the Pousso Cafe the Brandy
Float the New Orleans Sour the Royal
Fizz. the Lexington Toddy and Il lot
more that Simon Slade never got on to
or he wouldn't have lived 10 appear in
the last Chapter of the Book.
the old Traveller went away n good
deal bewildcred by the modern Frills
and Trimmings that had been added
To the simple old time method of get
ting corned up.
He thought he had struck the Limit
but he had mol, for when he Went back
To the town once more the Vaudeville