THE SWEET SINGER OF MICHIGAN.

North Otago Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 1885, 11 May 1878, Page 5 (Supplement)

THE SWEET SINGER OF MICHIGAN.

Officer Joe Sewers came to the Central Police Station last night about tuckered out. He was conveying into port a mastless, dismantled wreck of a frigate whose Iml lc was almost ready to sink beneath the fierce waves of the Dead (drunk) Sen. In short, the fellow was very drunk. Jos wiggled his man across the floor and propped him up against the office desk. Then the discouraged, wind-broken officer drew a long breath and sopped the swoat from his proud forehead. " Found this snoozer serenading the girls down on Long worth- street, lieutenant," explained Joe, by snatches, as he began to recover his wind. "What's your name." Lieut. Meyers addressod this question to the leaning tower hanging to the dosk. " Smi name ?" " Yes, that's what I asked," He now tried to get his watering eyes Gxed upon the lieutenant's, and while vigorously poising his head on his nock for that purpose, he ftt the same time assumed a grin whioh threat* ened to crawl clear round his head and meet on the other side. " Don't rekinise me, 'spose 1" He attempted to brace up preparatory to giving the officer a surprise, but the left knee joint just then went shut like a juck-kuife, and had not Sewers caught him by the collar, there would have been a man on the floor. He hooked one arm over the desk, and, safely lodged, announced himself: " I'm Sweet Singer 'fmichigan." And began to hum, " Life on thozhean wa (hie) haye — " " Here, clioeso that, and give me your numo," admouishod the lieutenant. " I'm ther Sheet Slinger 'fmichigan — ' Durlin' hyham going rolled.' " " Will you tell mo your name !" " Zhertaiuly ; Im-er Meat Skinner Flichigan — • Faver, drear fraver, kmoome 'ith'm' now.' " " This is terrible," itiouncd Lieutonant Meyers, " and we only get OOOdol. a year. See here, you old duffer, please tell mo your name V " Zactly, zuctlv. B'hold 'fore you tho Sleet Sitmei-'fMiche (hie)— ' Hoi' fort time comin — ' " " Tell mo your name, or I'll murder you, you red-faced old idiot." " Wh-what're been doin' lash zhour — I'm Sleep Winger 'f Slichigan — ' I'm mefloat, mafloat.' " His greasy arm lost its catch on tho counter, and something dropped. Sewers picked him up, and with Charley's help toted him back to a cell, while he kept insisting on it that " Er Street Spinner flichniogan," He Htrotchedj his body on the cell cot, and went to sleep humming : "' 'M tirod now'n sshleppy to (hie) boo, put m'in mly mittlo mod. 1 "