The sun., 1907-04-21
"LEARD ABOUT IT?"
L L ASKS KNOCKERINO.
And While Going to Harlem He
Tells About the Misfortunss
of His Friends.

Hello. there old man. breezily cried
Knockerino when he boarded an uptown
subway train the other night and espied a
friend sitting in a seat next TO a vacant one.
-H'ware you?. Caught you in the act OF
going to Harlem. haven't I? Ha! Ha!
ME? Oh, | blow up that way once in a
while. My married sister. Mrs Rubberino,
lives up there. and we're pretty clannish
kind Of a family. She's my favorite sister,
Mrs. Rubberino.
Guess that's because we're a heap alike.
Folks say that we're ringers for each other
in every way, and guess that's right
"Hows tricks? Got to give il to you,
you're looking pretty fit. Being good.
hey? Well. that's the answer. Nothing
in this rum thing. and trOtting around all
night. and such"
Look at Dubalong, Seen him lately?
Haven't, hey' Well. he's the sight! Looks
like somebody a thousand years old. and
shakes like an old man with the palsy.
Huh? Sure thngl The old stuff. and
nothing else. Got so he laps il up like
coon dog hitting the water trough after a
night in the woods. That's right.
Never saw man toss 80 much booze
into his works as DubalOng has been last
year or so. He's just about one Jump
ahead OF the purple giraffes all the time.
"Everybody's tried to make him get
Jerry to himself. but it's no use Keeps two
quart bottles i'm his desk now all the time.
they tell me. and sends his stenographer
out Of his Office every few minutes while
he's debating letters SOS he can back ND
to the door and hurl big gurglc of it in.
neat, to keep him from reaching the pitch
where they II have to ring for the ambulance.
Ne-eh. on the level WMm
Don't know what the dickens has got
into Dubalong was telling my married
sister, Mrs. RubbeTino I'm going up
to see now-about Dubslong. and she
limited that il was Dubaong's wife that got
him winging.
Member DubaIongs wife. don't you?
Tall brunette with a shape and snappy
black eyes-swelleet kind Of a locker, bit.
gee, what a temper! Saw her pick up a
glass Of water as IL to chuck il into Duba-
longs face one evening when we we're down
at the beach for dinner. You can have
that kind
We'll, the story is that it's Mrs Dub
alOng's extravaganza that got Dubalong
to hitting up the redeye so hard. Guess
you've seen her with her swell scenery
on. haven't you? Well, that's the kind
of togs she demands all the time, and if il
doesn't take five or six thousand year Of
DubalOngs good coin to keep her diked
out, il doesn't cost two bits year.
-NO wonder the old moOch-feel kind o.
sorry for him. at that took 10 the juice
for consolation. Oh. yes, they're living
together, OF course. but they're hardly
ever seen together. She's sore OH the rum
thing, see? and they tell me that she hardly
speaks to Dnbalong. but I'll bet she's right
there. right enough, when it comes TO macinE
him for checks.
Just like woman. isn't it, hey. 70 drive
a man to drink with her burned extrava-
gance and foolishness, and then curl I'D
on him because he does drink? But she'll
be taking in plain sewing for a living yet
II she don't watch out, and that's why
she ought to make some kind Of an effort
to straighten Dubalong out. even IL he is
all but gone already Well. we've all got
troubles Of our own, hey2
Pretty bum market. hey2 Not chance
on earth for anybody to beat il from the
outside. and -
SAY. talking about beating things,
die hear about Nokick7 They're saying
that he's been getting the beating Of his
life for the last four or five months playing
the ponies at the winter tracks. Heard
this morning from a fellow know that he's