Posted: December 26, 2012 at 2:26 a.m.
When John O’Hern, a visitor, had accumulated an abundance of Christmas cheer in the form of a vast assortment of drinks, and he realized he was intoxicated, he came to the conclusion that Central avenue, the city’s principal thoroughfare, was no place for him. The first convincing intimation that John had that he was not his normal self was when he collided with a waiter from a restaurant, carrying a tray loaded down with a dinner. John was profuse in his apologies. “I am drunk and the street is no place for me,” he said. “Is there a policeman about? I want him to lock me up, I deserve to be punished.”
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Arkansas, Pages 10 on 12/26/2012