In The Wrong Place

There is a saloon on Van Buren street, Chicago, which was formerly occupied as a mission. The man who now has the place has whitewashed the wall, on which were some religrlous texts, but the wash is wearing off, and one of the texts which is coming out is "I Need Thee Every Hour." An old soak with grim humor sug-gested to the proprietor that he should move his bar over to that side of the room.