1930 ABC of Mixing Cocktails (ninth impression)

Say, why d id Time his glass sublime F ill u p with sand unsigh tly \.Yhen wine, he knew, runs bris ker thro ugh , And sparkles far more brightly ?

May your shadow never grow Jess.

H ere 's to the moneyless ma n crushed with sorrow a nd pain. Ma y he t hink o f th e barman when his star ri ses again.

For a ' th a t a nd a' that, It 's coming yet fo r a' t hat, That ma n to ma n, th e world o 'er, Sha ll brithers be for a' th a t.

For me, I' m woman's slave confessed \Vithout her, hopeless a nd un blcssec.I.

Here 's to a bottle a nd a n honest friend ! wha t wad y e wish fo r ma ir, ma n? vVha kens, before his life may end , wha t his share may be of care, man ! Then catch the moments as they fly , a nd use them as ye ought, ma n; Believe me, happiness is shy , a nd comes not aye when sought, man. Here's t o you , as good as you a re; And h ere's to me, as bad as I a m . But as good as yo u are, and as ba d as I am : I'm as good as you are, as bad as I am . IOO