Mizpah, the Mighty

ONCE I was known as Mizpah, the mighty hunter, hunter of treasure. With effortless ease I could safari any group from Aspirin Alley to Belch Boulevard and never miss a bar. My prices were reasonable and well within range of all. For a beer I could guide you to the most productive sewer grating in the City. Ah! Many the dimes for a beer, quarter for a shot or a half buck for a larger slug was fished out, via a stick and a wad of gum, under my expert tutelage. For a good big snifter of wine I'd spend hours jostling the stool customers in the Mardi Gras Cafe with the sure knowledge that the third stool down from the juke box, as you staggered for the "gents," was the best spot to snag a quarter for a drink.