Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-08-28

myself openin' still in my own home
and besides I've tried that stun and It's
rotten.
Well. joe then this Hawkins guy looks
| all around the car kinda mysterious and
winks at us one and all and says would
| anybody like a slight swaller. Lickin'
| OF lips become general and when HaW-
kins pulls out flask from his hip pocket
you could hear them guys thirsts beatin'
| like a tom tom. Even the silent guy IN
the corner flicked a mean eyelash, Joe.
Well, the flask was passed around whilst
Howkins says it's only a pint and he
hadda pay six berries for II, whereas In
the old days before we become desert
six dollars worth of booze would be
enough to float a yacht in. He hands the
! flask of this here forbidden fruit TO the
| first guy and says to hurry up and Kill
one quick before the conductor comes In
or he's liable to get pinched and gave
about AZ years for bein' found with the
demons rum on him. From the longin
look on this other baby's face, Joe, you
could see that they was little or no need
TO tell him to hurry and get that drink.
II took about a eighth of a second to
hand him the flask, yet he nearly died Of
impatience.
next second he has leaped coupla feet
in the air and is coughin' and splutterin'
all over the place. wow" he chokes
out. What the-Hey. what is that stuff
-ammonia?"
ITS very high proof-must be all Of
10"
TITS very high proof--must be all OF
no." says the proud owner. whilst the
next guy is goin' astray. OF course.
what you get nowadays amt up TO the
old stun. You're in luck II you can yet
anything sneaked to you at ALL sup
pose maybe. there is some prune juice
in 1t for colorin'."
guy handin' back the flask with his face
all screwed up in a knot. They may
have started i off with prune Juice. but
that amt half Of 1t, I know now why
It's prob'ly made outa castaway boots.
The guy which thrcwed that mess to-
gether oughta be took out and shot. I'm
cured -
The flask was handed to the quiet guy
in the corner which took a whiff OF 1t
first, let forth a sign and tied in. After
what seemed like a week he come up
for air: Joe. he was gaspin for his
breath like fresh caught founder. his
eyes was rollin' around kinda wild and
his face was as red as a four-alarm
fire. He tried about Ave times tc say
somethin', but they was nothin' stirrin'.
l commenced 10 get kinda alarmed, Joe,
quafred on a swallow or carbolio and
I was thinkin' would no doubt be held
as witness. when fln'ly he hands me
over the flask.
"whoosh - he pants. shakln' his head
I ever tasted -
II this Hawkins guy sent in six bucks
for that pint of paris green he paid
about so cents drink for It, hadda
humiliate himself and act like hop
head tryin' to get dope when he bought
It and with each swaller he took about
"a hours OF his life. And yet them guys
which simply got to have Il, think they're
putin somethin over Well. they are,
Joe, on themselves
Before leavin' the smoker. Joe. I stop
ped beside the seat of the quiet guy
which was all by himself in a corner
and still lookin' like he was in a trance
from that drink he took. He was
mumblln' to himself and felt kinda
worried about him
Are you a travellin' salesman, too?"
I says.
"Heh-oh. sure" he says. with
kinda wild look in his eye. "Oh my yes
Absotively! cover Arizona, Colorado
and Wyoming. oh yes! !"
What are you sellin'?" says
Lighthouses - he sparls.
With that I beat II, joe
Yours truly,
ED. HARMON (The new
Mary Pickford)
CONTINUED MONDAY
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