Tonopah daily bonanza. [volume] (Tonopah, Nev.) 1906-1929, 1909-07-02
AN old SPORT
IS There With
ANOTHER STORY

The old sport appeared hall
asleep. He was sitting in corner
of the Nevada Club when a friend
approached with the remark. "Old
boss, what seems to be the matter?
you look as If you lost the best
friend you ever had. Let's take a
little nip, it might make things look
brighter
I'll go you," said the old boy.
Don't you know / was just think
ing of home and mother. The years
have been many since | gazed on
the face of her who gave me birth.
Say, friend / will never see her
again on this earth; she has passed
away, but if in the after world ac-
quaintances which we cherish here
are to greet one another, / know of
no one whom l would be prouder
to greet than my good old ma
Come out of it," said the friend,
your are not usually in this frame
of mind. Let's have something to
drive away the blues
Il suppose it isn't just proper to
carry your sorrow beyond the lin
it's of your domicile, but today as
sat in my cabin thinking of days
that have gone l recalled exper-
fences of other times where the Bit
ter Ger Swallowed the sweet. Be-
lieve me, the tears did unbidden
flow. Tomorrow | am going to tell
you of one in whom l had the great
est confidence and one who is dearer
to my heart right now than anyone
outside of my own with whom
ever came in contact. For the time
being, however, will forget the sad
part and tell you of other men and
other days.
Yes, / remember, it was with
you with whom l was talking the
other day about Jim Townsend.
Don't you know he was a great char
acter. Like many others, he had a
failing for whisky; he used to con-
sumo a great deal of the LIQUID in
the course of a day. He had a room
In house in Virginia City owned
by woman who disbelieved in the
drink habit. Jim was never very
punctual with his rent, his earnings
usually finding their way to the reg
listers behind the bars of the LIQUID
refreshment parlors. Early one
morning he went home with an ex-
cellent bun on. In his endeavor to
reach his apartments, he made no
end of noise. The next day the land
lady approached Jim with the re-
mark that if he insisted on making
so much noise in going to his room
it would be compulsory upon him
to move.
My dear madam said Jim.
you are undoubtedly referring to
my entrance last night l want to
tell you this: if there is any man in
this city who can carry a barrel of
booze to my room with less noise
than | did last night, am perfectly
willing to vacate these quarters
1T always made me laugh to
think of him. He wrote to old man
Yerington of the Virginia and True
kee railroad for a pass. Said he in
his letter: In asking you for this
transportation, wish to call to vour
attention the fact hat my paper has
worldwide circulation; it goes to
Europe, Asia, Africa and Australia:
II l do not get the transportation |
asked for the paper will go plumb
straight to hell.
do you know" continued the
old sport, that 1 feel better now.
Have another on me. Make mine
the same, Mr.. Bartender.
Il was just thinking of something
l saw and heard in the early DAYS of
Manhattan. Two Irishmen were
drinking at the bar in the Stray Dog
saloon. One of the Irishmen took
occasion to remark to the other in
spirit of fun, that an Irishman was
nothing more or less than a negro
turned inside out.
The Irishman addressed must
have believed in the theorem that
things equal to the same thing are
equal to each other, for the words
were no more than out of the lips
Oh mis- friend when he said, MY.
what great country this would be
II they turned all the niggers in