Beer-drinking Horse

There's an old dapple-gxay horse that pulls a milk wagon along Center avenue about 7 o'clock every morning. There is nothing attractive about the animal, but he has one remarkable peculiarity. He drinks beer. He is not a drunkard by any means, and he has l" ■■( n arrested for disorderly eonduct. Juijt once a day he indulges in llie amber fluid, and he always takes nis morning cocktail at a certain loon. Each morning as the animal approachcs a saloon near Sixth street and Center avenue Billy - that's his name - pricks up his r-ars and trots at a faster ;alt. lts not necessary to stop him, or he wouldn't pass that saloon without his drink. As sopn as hls master carries In the required amount of mllk he returns with a good-sized tin pail ñlled with beer, and if he does not come fast enough Bllly gets up on the sidewalk and paws the ground in his impatience. When Billy's bridle is removed he tosses off his cocktail without spilling a drop. Then he Is ready for business and doesn't expect another drink until the next morning. "One day," Bills master remarked, "I was in a great hurry and forgot to gt Billy hls beer. When I got into the wagon Bllly wouldn't move and he commenced to ralse the greatest fuss imaginable. How did he learn to drink beer? Well one day I gave him some just for fun. He seemed to llke it and the next morning he looked for it. He got the habit, you know. Get ep, Bill!"