But to get down to brass tacks and describe what they looked like more
thoroughly I will say they was always attractive to me with those
long expensive mirrors and brass fixtures like a scene of elegance and
grandeur out of the Old Testament where it tells of Solomon in all his
glory. And if a gent would forget to be genteel after he took too much
and his money was all spent and imbue himself with loud talk or rough
language and maybe want to hit somebody and there was none of his
friends there to take charge of him often I have seen such throwed out
on their ear, for the better class places always aimed to be decent
and orderly and never to have an indecent reputation for loudness and
roughhouseness.
Well, I will say I have not kept up with politics like I used to since
the barrooms was vanished. My eyes ain't what they used to be and
the newspapers are different from each other so who can tell what to
believe, but in the old days you could keep in touch with politics in
the barrooms. It made a better citizen out of you for every man ought
to vote for what his consciousness tells him is right and to abide in
politics by his consciousness.
Well, closing the barroom has shut off my chance to be imbued with
political dope and who to bet on in the next election and I am not so
good a citizen as before the saloons was closed. I would not know who to
bet on in any election but I used to get straight tips and in that way
took an interest in politics which a man is scarcely to be called an
American citizen unless he does.
Well I see everywhere where all the doctors and science sharks says to
keep in touch with outdoor sports if you want to keep young. I used to
know all about all those outdoor sports and who the Giants had bought
and what they paid for him and who was the best pitcher and what the
dope was on tomorrow's entries at Havana, but all that is taken away
from me now the saloons is closed and I got no chance to get into touch
with outdoor sports and I feel it in my health. Some of these days the
Prohibition aliments will wake up and see they have ruined the country
but then it will be too late. Taking the sports away from a nation is
not going to do it any good when the next war comes along if one does.
Well, I promised I would describe more what they looked like. I will
tackle that in the next chapter, so I will bring this installment to a
close.
CHAPTER FIVE--Look Out For Crime Waves!
[Illustration: 0036]
THEY'RE going to take our tobacco next, are they?” said the Old Soak.
“Well, me, I won't struggle none! I ain't fit to struggle. I'm licked;
my heart's broke. They can come and take my blood if they want it, and
all I'll do is ask 'em whether they'll have it a drop at a time, or the
whole concerns in a bucket.
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