The weekly Alaska citizen., 1917-12-10

assayed him, quickly He had that Respondent gloomy air that be spoke the morning after. His eyes were red and there were pouches under them. He looked as though he had saEgcd into his own office and spent the last few hours before morn Ing asleep in chair. He needed a shaye-he the immaculate one His collar muteIy begged for soap and water He had all the ear marks of being the shame faced possessor of d hang oyer." and could not understand that as Seattle is dry town.
 Well" | said sarcastically, some men are proud of their past because 1t is past"
 He looked at me sad eyed and sor- rowful
 You remind me-" l continued, of the man who went into a restaurant and when the waitress came up to him asked:
 flows the chicken today?"
 Pretty we'll" she answered, how are you?"
 You do me wrong" he said crossing his legs as though it pained him. There wasn't any chicken in this-that is not any chicken that be longed to me. You, personally, have been dead from your feet up ever since you quit the Great White Way so, as l was passing, thought I'd just drop in and tell you that times have changed
 Yes" l said, thinking of a lot of things, for the worse'
 Yes" he agreed. for the worse. You see" he continued, in the old days We used to meet along about five D. m. and hist few and then go home. We weren't especially eager for it because it was so all fired common and handy, but nowa- days, when a man gets a bottle it. the sign for a celebration. A few few minutes on the phone and the Gangs all there Instead of taking drink like a gentleman, everybody just hitches his chair right up close to the bottle and cuddles the dam thing until the last drop has been entombed and then the man who sneaked the extra one digs up five dollars and sends out and gets an other bottle of whiskey. that used to cost eighty-fye cents at a family liquor store, and the celebration con tinues right along. Parties that used to break up in time to catch the last car now continue from Saturday nigh until the following Tuesday after noon. And sometimes they wind up in the hospital or in the divorce court. just thought maybe, that you'd like to know t,at times have changed"
 Yes, yes, go on." said impa- tiently Whats all this got to do with your hang ov"r' call this morn ing?"
 Well, 1 suppose you want the story. You know Jack Yam don't you? Well, Jack picked me up last night. He had two things-a great idea and a bottle of Death-is-ever near whiskey. His great idea was an idea to make money. He said he was going to saYe up until he got enough to buy a telephone pole and then he was going to take il down to Patagonia and exhibit it He said the natives down there mad never seen a telephone pole and would pay a lot of money for the privilege,
 "Of course that started something and the first thing l knew we were down in Eds place. where there's dancing and music. and everybody had a bottle on tho hip, and some body phoned and pretty soon lot of women blew in and sat at our table and everything bore evidence of being as merry as marriage bell.
 Now, nobody intended to do any thing wrong. In fact, l don't think anybody did anything wrong. Every, body stayed too close to the bottle for that. You know it's pretty hard to get red flicker now days and all hands wanted to be there when the rounds came on. And there was something peculiar about that red flicker, too. You know me, Bob-Im by nature and instinct shrinking violet, but after the fourth shot ot that boot-legging flicker. known as
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