Stumpy. Oh, ho! Strawberries and cream. Gaze upon me part his hair. (Walks over to Alonzo.) Say, old Morgue, I want to see you for five or six years.
Alon. What for?
Stumpy. You know Charlie Gilsey?
Alon. Charlie Gilsey, the alderman’s niece?
Stumpy. That’s the cake.
Alon. Oh, I know him well.
Stumpy. I’ve got a tip-top joke to give you about him.
Alon. You don’t say.
Stumpy. Sure. You see Charlie got off on a screecher last week. Got crammed full of bottle-stuffing. Oh, he got as drunk as a senator. He went on a racket and stole a hotel and an elevated railroad and a freight car, and some little things like that. He got arrested. Judge made it two years. It broke Charlie’s heart. He wasn’t used to getting more than six months at a time, and he got rats in his garret.
Alon. Did what?