“Vell,” I recommenced, “vot vould your mother gif to see you in this condition?”
“She vould gif six dousand dollars,” he sobbed.
“Vot, to see you staggering?”
“Yes, she vos blind from her birth.”
Dot settled it—dot is to say, it settled dot branch of de subject—but I vent for him on de demperance issue pald-headed.
He realized dot I vos not in fun, and he signed de pledge never to use liquor, except as a beverage, until he died—or got married.
He has kept his word—it is aboud all he has to keep now—und is now employed by the city as a plumber for de bird houses in de Central Bark.
But von thing I must speak on before I gonclude.
It vos about de ladies.
It is hard to resist de demptation to drink; not many haf de courage like I haf, nefer to refuse.