1927 Barflies and Cocktails

Toast to Publishers. Here's to the man who disseminates brains ; When the quality's bad it's the devil who gains.

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Toast to the Prohibitionist. Here's to our countryman, Exceedingly pious ; He can't swallow straight goods His mouth's cut on the bias.

Drink to a fair woman who I think is m"ost entided to it, for if 2nytbing ever can drive me to drink, she certainly can do it. Here's to a long life, and may you live a thousand years and I a thousand years less one day, for I would not care to live after you had passed away.

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Friend of my soul. this goblet sip, ' Twill chase the pensive tear. ' Tis not so sweet as woman's lip, But oh, ' Tis mo.re sincere.

Drink, for you know not whence you •ame no~ why. Drink, for you know not why you go nor where. '.

Fill the bumper fair,

Every drop we sprinkle

O'er the brow of care

Smooths away a wrinkle.

There is room in the balls of pleasu :e For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Kindest regards. · Best respects.

The ph,ysician, although p:ofessedly a good man, the worse people are the more be is with them,

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