night, about half past eleven
It 's either Tantalus or Liver or Horace , and its printed in Latin , and you 're a college man . And I would n't be surprised , ' says I , ` if you was n't educated , too . ' But it was only the batting averages of the League for the last ten years . `` One night , about half past eleven , there comes in a party of these high-rollers that are always hunting up new places to eat in and poke fun at . There was a swell girl in a 40 H.-P . auto tan coat and veil , and a fat old man with white side-whiskers , and a young chap that could n't keep his feet off the tail of the girl 's coat , and an oldish lady that looked upon life as immoral and unnecessary . ` How perfectly delightful , ' they says , ` to sup in a slosh . '