I began to harass these dive-keepers, although they were not as much to blame as the city officials who allowed them to run. Mart Strong was a noted joint-keeper. He and his son, Frank, were both bad drinking characters, and would sell it every chance they got. Mart had a dive and I was in several times to talk to him, and he would try to flatter me and turn things into a joke.
"Friend of yours the Emperor sent out to keep you company?" Goodrich inquired with a smile. "No, a Kansas joint-keeper named Hans Wyker. What do you suppose put him against the Boxers?" "Oh, the army is the last resort for some men. It's society's clearing house," Goodrich replied. The speaker was a Harvard man, a cultured gentleman, in civil life a University Professor.