They were going to have a great celebration at the opening of a saloon
and billiard hall in Chicago, in the northern part of the city, where
I lived. It was to be a gateway to death and to hell, one of the worst
places in Chicago. As a joke they sent me an invitation to go to the
opening. I took the invitation, and went down and saw the two men who
had the saloon, and I said:
"Is that a genuine invitation?"
They said it was.
"Thank you," I said; "I will be around, and if there is anything here
I don't like I may have something to say about it."