our dimes and nickels were few. we could ill spare any of them when they were so potent in paying car-fare for oneself and a girl. (we never paid car-fare when by ourselves, being content to walk.) so, in this saloon, we desired to make the most of our expenditure. we called for a deck of cards and sat down at a table and played euchre for an hour, in which time louis treated once, and i treated once, to beer—the cheapest drink, ten cents for two. prodigal! how we grudged it!

we studied the men who came into the place. they seemed all middle-aged and elderly work-men, most of them germans, who flocked by themselves in old-acquaintance groups, and with whom we could have only the slightest contacts. we voted against that saloon, and went out cast down with the knowledge that we had lost an evening and wasted twenty cents for beer that we didn't want.

we made several more tries on succeeding nights, and at last found our way into the national, a saloon on tenth and franklin. here was a more congenial crowd. here louis met a fellow or two he knew, and here i met fellows i had gone to school with when a little lad in knee pants. we talked of old days, and of what had become of this fellow, and what that fellow was doing now, and of course we talked it over drinks. they treated, and we drank. then, according to the code of drinking, we had to treat. it hurt, for it meant forty to fifty cents a clatter.

we felt quite enlivened when the short evening was over; but at the same time we were bankrupt. our week's spending money was gone. we decided that that was the saloon for us, and we agreed to be more circumspect thereafter in our drink-buying. also, we had to economise for the rest of the week. we didn't even have car-fare. we were compelled to break an engagement with two girls from west oakland with whom we were attempting to be in love. they were to meet us up town the next evening, and we hadn't the car-fare necessary to take them home. like many others financially embarrassed, we had to disappear for a time from the gay whirl—at least until saturday night pay-day. so louis and i rendezvoused in a livery stable, and with coats buttoned and chattering teeth played euchre and casino until the time of our exile was over.

then we returned to the national saloon and spent no more than we could decently avoid spending for the comfort and warmth. sometimes we had mishaps, as when one got stuck twice in succession in a five-handed game of sancho pedro for the drinks. such a disaster meant anywhere between twenty-five to eighty cents, just according to how many of the players ordered ten-cent drinks. but we could temporarily escape the evil effects of such disaster, by virtue of an account we ran behind the bar. of course, this only set back the day of reckoning and seduced us into spending more than we would have spent on a cash basis. (when i left oakland suddenly for the adventure-path the following spring, i well remember i owed that saloon-keeper one dollar and seventy cents. long after, when i returned, he was gone. i still owe him that dollar and seventy cents, and if he should chance to read these lines i want him to know that i'll pay on demand.)

the foregoing incident of the national saloon i have given in order again to show the lure, or draw, or compulsion, toward john barleycorn in society as at present organised with saloons on all the corners. louis and i were two healthy youths. we didn't want to drink. we couldn't afford to drink. and yet we were driven by the circumstance of cold and rainy weather to seek refuge in a saloon, where we had to spend part of our pitiful dole for drink. it will be urged by some critics that we might have gone to the y.m.c.a., to night school, and to the social circles and homes of young people. the only reply is that we didn't. that is the irrefragable fact. we didn't. and to-day, at this moment, there are hundreds of thousands of boys like louis and me doing just what louis and i did with john barleycorn, warm and comfortable, beckoning and welcoming, tucking their arms in his and beginning to teach them his mellow ways.

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