"Me?
I was raised down back of the tracks in Buffalo--one swell place fur a kid to grow up--but honest, sometimes I git waked up in the night, and find m'self homesick fur that rotten dump.

Sure, I know how you feel, Herman." Herman, cheered by this sympathy, drank of his beer.

Putting down the glass, he listened intently.

Minna, at the bar, was heard to be weeping.
"Mamma," he called, gruffly, "you keep still once.

None of that!" Minna audibly achieved the commanded silence.