The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-05-19
KNOCKERlNO
EFl OCK AND KNOCKS
And Wonders II All the Things
He Hears About HIS Friends
Can Be Truc.

Mr.. hnookertno, advancing upon the table
Of a acquaintance In the lunch room and
taking q chair without any urging. What
you got there9 Lamb curryS Guess III 60
30 that. too. Looks good to me-.
That word good sort o. sticks In my
mind this morning. Heard Bill Gitnuthin
Use Il 90 often last night. Little game Of
dollar limit at Bills hat-his wifes down
in Jersey visiting her folks-and BIZ nearly
got ~laryneitiS saying That's good
And lAryngitis isn't the only thing that
Bill got. He got a P~atagonian Crouch
along toward the windup-whoop-eo,
wasn't he the sore butcher! And making q
show Of himself right there in his own
dump. tool
why. last night after Jimmy Sticldtt
with a mean little straight had gouged
Bill out Of a S22 pot with Bill sitting behind
three bullets l honest thought for a minute
that Bill was going to order the pack OF US
TO get out Of his fat-and get out right
away. He finally became 30 sore that hs'd
hardly say a word TO any Of US, n then
when it was up to him he'd pass blind.
+0Doe he did this on a big Jackpot which
nobody could open. Like a Jay. Bin, after
passing blind, looked TO see what he had,
and he had q pat queen full, and. say. you
could have heard him grit his teeth. I'll
bet, out in the hall. Why. cay. I thought
everybody knew that Bill Gitnuthin was
the worst kind of q canvas ohewer In Q
poker game when they weren't running>his
way. Insver played with him that he didn't
act like q bug when
But, Say. talking about bugs. have you
heard that Jack Cricksey's wife has applied
for q commission to cit on Jack and have
him declared a nuti MOI Say. you're not
living In Railway now. are your
'of course. mind you. I don't know
whether the story IL exactly on the lsvel
or not. but I got it that way and IL Wouldn't
seem q little bit funny to me II It wasstraight
for you know the way Jack has been acting
and looking for the last few months. don't
your My sister. Mrs. Rubberino. told me
a couple days ago that Jacks wife had
lost about thirty pounds during the last
three months just worrying about her man.
But l guess it's pretty well admitted now
adays that these things are hereditary. and
that uncle OF JACKIE
you didn't know that Jack has an uncle
in q bughouse up the Slater Why. sure
thingl Been a raving maniac for fifteen
or twenty years. confined in a strait
jacket. And they tell me that Jacks dad
was kind o'-you know-batty in the loft.
4 duu 4 . pOoC tiO NiiAB VIC ~ ION AHB
is that they've dragged poor old Jack of
to the lid factory. where he'll rave it all
doped out that he's the bully boy with the
glass.
Gee, that reminds me! Die hear about
Tim Ardluck losing his glass lamp the other
| night? Didn't? Oh. here. you might as
we'll give me a peek at your Communication
| ticket right now-I know that you re hiding
away somewhere back Of the Oranges In
Jersey. He! hel
well, Tim was showing a bunch Of
mining men from Denver around the town
the other night, and he was wearing q new
and e1ulgent glass lamp that he'd just
had especially imported from abroad some
where. Well, the whole bunch got pretty
we'll soused, and along toward midnight,
when they we're In a cafe. one OF the Denver
du cks-you know those Western chaps
how they act-began to take a lot Of careful
looks at Tins phony eye.
"'Say, says the Denver fellow. that's a
pretty good looking piece OF quartz, old man
well. Tim got sort Of hu1y at the crack.
for he thought, you see. that he was getting
away with the glass eye, and that zoology
Denver duck that had made the crack saw
that poor Tim was sore he felt sorry, and
be gave Tim a hearty wallop on the back,
saying that he was sorry that he'd Sc ssiS
was such a big one that it like to've pitched
Tim out OF his seat.
sAs IL was it threw him suddenly forward
and. queetzi the new glass eye popped out
million bright blue splintersl Hal hal
Hoi hol. Funny gag, wasn't 1t?
'Bjinks, old man, I've rather enjoyed
this out-uppy, little time in here with you,
because I've been feeling rather seedy all
the morning, for we had q punk Welsh
rabbit at Bill Gitnuthin's Crouch poker party
SAY, talking about that Welsh thing
about Joe olright WEIGHING on a bet with
from somebody lie that l have quite a lot. ct
business dealings with Joe occasionally.
away with a welch thing. why-well. Of
course that d make q difference, but /
want TO get the thing right first. you see.
Fellow that told me about 1t is rather q
and never take much stock in anything they
saw, but he wa there with such q circumstAn-
tial yarn that / couldn't disregard ~altos5thsT
what he said. He said that Joe end q pal
thing one night when they were out to-
Eether q couple OF months ago, and that +,
they both agreed to forfeit a hundred buck '
TO each other II either Of 'em took q drink
Tor q month.
We'll, one night, about twenty nights
later IL was. Joeis pal that he'd made the
bet with caught Joe tossing in a cocktail N
O Harlem restaurant, and he hands Joe the
walIop on the back and demands the hun.
dred men. Joe, of course. was caught with
the goods. and he said that he'd be there
with the coin in a day or 80. And after that
NE welohed.
'of course, az | say. this fellow that FOLD
IL 70 me In ons OF tbese chinners-I de6plse
that kind OF .p~eople-and he may have built
the story up somehow or another. and 90
you'd better say nothing about IL
till / tip you of that It's right see. for I'm
certainly going 20 get at the bottom OF II.
I don't Ike TO have these yarns going
about my friends-Joe's q friend Of
mine In a way-espeoislly when they're
carried by these hammer throwers that
don't care o hang what they say about o
and IL / was the doctor
'0h, say. mentioning the word 'do9tor,'
thore's another thing tina ! would like 20
Ask you about. old man. Is that story
kee-rect about Ed Cashin having been
practically slaughtered by our friend Doc
Because that's the story my els