When she finished her upstairs work and came downstairs to peel the potatoes, she mentioned casually to the bartender that whoever he had in number 17 was "smashin' things up pretty lively!"

The bartender went up and liberated the indignant voter, who by this time had his mind made up to vote against both Brown and Hastings, and furthermore to renounce politics in all its aspects for evermore.

In the barroom of the Happy Heart Saloon there were only two customers and the bartender.

Yore cheerful heart goes all the day, Yore sad tires in a mile O!" Mr. Racey Dawson, having successfully sung the first verse, rested both elbows on the bar and grinned at the bartender.

"Have one yoreself, Bill," Mr. Dawson nodded to the bartender.

Mr. Dawson turned a perplexed face on the bartender.

"Now if I can only find Swing" But Swing Tunstall, it appeared on consulting the bartender, had gone off hunting him (Racey).

The latter did not appeal to the bartender to divulge the name of the horse's owner.

The tall man was talking to the bartender.

As he spoke the bartender's right hand moved toward the shelf that Racey knew must be under the top of the bar.

It seems that Wilbur had found the American bar and walked up to it and asked for a Manhattan cocktail, because he was getting homesick and the bartender said, 'Will you have it made with Scotch or Irish, sir?'

The bartender was a short sport, and instead of trimming him with a bung-starter, turns loose a yell for the law.

He had another and watched the bartender talk on the telephone, her elbows and breasts on the bar, a vertical worry line dropping between her eyes.

The bartender moved a step in his direction and waited.

The bartender was about forty.

Shorty glanced at the bartender.

"California," the bartender said.

The bartender laid two quarter rolls soundlessly next to the bill and asked, "You come around just to look up Bobby Shannon?"

The bartender said: "Beware of gnawing the ideogram of nothingness: Your teeth will crack.

" "Mitsuhiro, 17th century," the bartender said.

The bartender's expression didn't change.

Seemed to me that that was Sandy Ferguson that you hot-footed out of that dooror has Sandy got a double?" "Nope," said the bartender, wiping the last of the perspiration from his forehead, "that's Sandy, all right.

Well, sir, he walks up to the bar and says: 'Can you make me a very sour lemonade, Mr. Bartender?' "I grabbed the edge of the bar and hung tight.

"Have you heard the latest, Mr. Delamere?" asked the bartender, as he mixed a cocktail for his customer.

"I'm a bartender in Orton's saloon, up on the avenue.