Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-07-14

/ who is not working he explained. So
\ the Pennsgrove Hotel knows no OF hours
/ Considered as hotel the Pennsgrove
/ House is not unpleasing. 70 stands on n
I grass-grown sea wall facing Delaware
/ Bsst and surveys the arrivals and depar-
lures Of the Long Beach and Arctic and
I any other craft that may happen along
7 Dutch Joe" has a comfortable rocker
on the wide verunda which spans the
Becond-story windows.
But as a saloon the Penhagrove House
lacks something Not flies, nor very
bad smell. nor low ceiling, nor-any
one will tell you-patrons There Is
polish absent from the bar Of the Penns-
grove House that strikes visitors forcibly
the moment they enter IT,
The patrons arrive at two and three
minute Intervals In vehicles labeled
'jitney" resembling converted moving
vans or the delivery wagon Of an iron
foundry. The rate from mo. q shed,
where the black powder is finished, has
risen to 10 cents.
THEY STEP QUICKLY"
After q glimpse at the landscape, the
attention OF jtney passengers becomes
focused on the Pennsgrove House. Re-
calling that the line forms on the right
and that it Is likely to be a long one
each delegation Of the 1900 powder maxi
ers moves hastily toward the low door
in the side OF Dutch Joe's" and disap-
pears within.
MECHANIC LOST HIS $50.
The stone steps leading down into the I
bar are worn away. They have been |
there 50 years which accounts for it, but
the head bartender says he believes the
du Pont Powder men have walked half
an inch off the steps since the boom came.
The return 10 the bunkhouses or the
guncotton works from Dutch Joe's bar
Is not the Joyous trip 1t was on the way
over Last week a mechanic rode to the
hotel on a motorcycle and carried so In
1s pocket when he entered the barroom.
rhe $50 disappeared, and when he walked
,ut to look for his cycle 1t had gone too.
The iltneys co their best business when
hey are headed for the Pennsgrove
Iouse. There is little money left for
in the pockets of the men
Who stumble up the steps from the bar
ass through the fy belt around the door
nd survey Pennsgrove again-now trans
ormed and circling slowly upon its axis
sATED AND LIsTLEss.
A hot sun lights the dusty road and the
atrons, sated. scum along IL, moving
stlessly aside as "jitneys,' outward
ound for the bar. fly hilariously by.
ne unpainted shack bunkhouses and
through the ever-thickening dust trails
weary army. their coats sweeping the
Dad, the fiat marshes by their side a ,
stew under the sun.
Some fall by the wayside and sleep over
leir call time, losing the % and 30 cents
ages they may earn In an hour
THE dubs:" said a man on the ferry.
You can make good money here. I'm
ding it. I've got no use for the fellows
nat spend their time and their money =
that place"
Just then somnolent. murmuring man u
cross the way lolled too far against a Il
Dmpanion and a paper wrapped package
ropped from his coat pocket and smashed =,
4 the floor. A slow flood spread from it u
nd ran down the cabin floor. p
Smells like the last 'jit' home on pay "
jght" said the DUPONT man. I'm go ~
" out" and ne sought the deck.
Beside Dutch Joe's bar is a big low
sling room that once, apparently. held fl
Lbles, and was the "backroom" OF the tc
ace. A thin woman, with a shawl that VI
rev the sweltering heat, argued plain
We appeal with a man wearing a COM m
any badge, who stood impatiently de- m
de her. e,
You can get him out, jim" she said II
Tell him l wish he'd come home" la