El Paso is (was) the Monte Carlo of America.

Therefore--The syllogism may he imperfectly stated, but the conclusion is sound.

Perhaps there is a premise suppressed or overlooked somewhere.
Cash in hand, well fortified with paving material, Thompson descended on the Gate City.

At the expiration of thirty-six blameless hours he perceived that he was looking through a glass darkly, in the Business Man's Club, intently regarding a neatly-lettered placard which ambiguously advised all concerned in this wise: IF DRINKING INTERFERES WITH YOUR BUSINESS, STOP IT.
A back-room door was opened.

A burst of merriment smote across the loneliness.