San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-01-14

old Bromide that he could drink II or
leave it alone.
Meaning that he could drink II II
obtainable or leave it alone as Last
Resort.
The Bunch showed a good deal of
Courage in linirg up for another Hard
Night in the Arid Zone. e.
They had been on the Cart for two
full days and various Phenomena en-
sued. The official Clown sat off by
himself, evidently waiting for the
White Wagon to come and take him
to the Sanatorium.
On the other hand, Mr.. George Spell
win, long known as the head Coffin
Trimmer of the Killjoy Association,
seemed to pick up on the new Diet and
developed n streak of Spoofing and
was quite the Wag of the Party.
The Lady who had written
Brochure on Bridge put up a punk
Battle and was cleaned by old Mrs.
POstelthwaite, who ordinarily could
not tell Clubs from Spades after lean
ing against two of the Kind that Fred
die learned TO make while visiting
Cousin in Philadelphia. s =
Pep Shy. Bat Death Rate Low.
The notorious Shepherds wanted TO
stay up late for the first time in His
tory, while the recognized Members of
the Milkmen's Reception Committee
began to burn low at 0 T. NJ. The
ChattcrbOxCs were glum and the Stills
suddenly had Views on all sorts OF
Topics. 4.
When the Company assembled on
Monday morning to enter upon their
third day in the new Universe, a good
many of the Canary Appetites were
sitting I'm and begging for Link Saus-
age and Waffles, while their Contempt
for n Poached Egg was almost too
deem for Words.
Emerson truly Says in his Essay on
Compensation that those who would
enjoy the wOlfish Satisfaction of
shovelling it in each Morning must
fOregO the simple Delights of acquir-
ing a Brannigan the Night Before.
1t seemed that the Mists had rolled
away and, although the Programme
had been shy of Pep, the Death Rate
was unusually Low.
Mrs. Meriwethcr. a very charming
PatrOncss of the 140-pound Glass, re-
manned in Deep Thought for several
Minutes and then let 90 the startling
Proposition that possibly there were
two Sides to the Question and all of
them might = continue to survive in
Comfort even when weaned away from
the most correct and amiable Customs
of Refined Society.
Not to be outdOne. Mr.. GliSbie, n
Stock-Broker with a Record, told her
she had said Something and that he
always felt more Gingerly when he laid
off, and, as n matter of Fact, never
thought of taking a Nip unless urged
to it by some Victim of the Drink
Habit.
The others chimed in and the first
Thing you know Mr.. and Mrs. Freddie
were being toasted with Hot Coffee as
BencfactOrs, and their little Bone-dry
Party was declared to be the most
daring Novelty of the Season.
Monday was to be the last Day. and
there was a great Push toward the
Open Hills Gpd the fluttcring Flags.
Most OF them felt strOss enough for
When they were in at Noon. all
ready to sit down to their Iced Tea
and Lettuce Sandwiches. racing
ROADSTER dashed up and n dear Pal
named Harry came with the breath
less Information that he had under
the Seat Suitcase filled with the
bonnie Perfume that makes Scotch
Soldiers the bravcSt in the World.
He expected to be acclaimed the
same as a Saint Bernard Dog that
goes IN into the Mountain Pass and
digs Traveller out of the Snow.
Instead of which, he was denounced
as a Lush and complaint was filed
with the Steward of the Club.
AR. Hemingway, who had just holed
long Putt for an IS, told the Stew.
ara that Harry had smugglcd Liquor
INTO the Club for the purpose of cor.
rrqIpting and dragging down Innocent
haen ana Pure Women who were try
ing discourage the Traffic.
MtRAL: Nothing is more distrrb-
ing to Established Routine than a SuJ.
den Burst of SO5riety.
Copyright, 1923. by the Bell Syndicate