“Jis’ had one drink,” replied Chew.
“Then you must have tapped a still-house,” said Ed. O’Brien, and he sung—
“The man that has good whiskey
And giveth his neighbor none,
Sha’n’t have any of my good whiskey
When his good whiskey is gone.”
“When—
“Now, altogether”—(and all took up the refrain):
“When his good whiskey is gone.”
There was one little incident during Chew’s sojourn in the Old Capitol which proved that the course of love does run smoothly sometimes—even love of whiskey. Chew was very thirsty, and was determined to quench that thirst. At “Sick Call,” he joined the throng who wended their way to the hospital.