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Show WINKS DIDN'T COUNT. " A iallant Onardlau Finds New Mas W ith a Thick Skull at the Bar. New York Tribune." "Well, that's the worst I iver saw," said Policeman Double X, as he stood mournfully twirling his club on the comer of a Harlem street at two o'clock one chilly morning last week. "What's (he matter, officer?" asked a sympathizing and curious newspaper man. "Matter enough. Ye see, there s a new man at the saloon at the corner, beyant, and not knowin' him well I to't I'd hit him easy like for the furst toiiue. So I dropped in at the family entrance and sex I to him, frindly like, ye know, 'Could you give me a drink av wather? ' sea I, winkin' mildly betimes. 'Av coorse I will,' sez he, handin' me a glass trough the growler bole. An' pbwat do you fink? It wus a glass of water. Degorra, phwat some men dou't know would blawhl a rock." |