It seemed to me that I had about ten thousand Manhattans, and then we
had nine thousand and forty-eight whiskey sours to counterbalance them
and try to sober up.
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Something made Charlie rampageous, and he began to scrap with the
barkeeper and almost killed him.
I finally got Charlie, seeing four moons and ten gangplanks, on board
his vessel which was just about to leave.
The next day I met his brother Jim.
"Hello, Walter, I hear you saw Charlie off last night," says he.
"Yes," says I, "he was very much off."
"Was he in good spirits when you left him?" says he.
"Sure," says I, "the best that money could buy. He was a little sick,
though."
"I hope it wasn't anything contagious," says he.
"If you could see the barkeeper up in Dan Mulligan's place," says I,
"you'd thought it was."
Say, every one says Lakewood is so healthy, know why?