midnight
He 's in the hands of ` Chesapeake ' Maude , who 's got him by both feet and neck . And he 's handing his bank roll over to Pap , and his gang , with a shovel . He 's half soused any old time after eleven in the morning . And his back teeth are awash by midnight ` most every day . You can see him muling around the dance floor till you get sick of the sight of his darn fool smile , and you wish all the diamonds Maude wears were lost in the deepest smudge fires of hell . Start ? There is no start .