1930 ABC of Mixing Cocktails (ninth impression)

Bar-keeper's Toast. Tru st bust.

Toast to Publishers. H ere 's to the ma n who dissemin ates bra ins ; When the qua li ty 's bad it's t he de,· il who gains.

Toast to the Prohibitionist.

H ere 's to our countryman, Exceedingly pious ; H e can't swa llow stra ight goods ; His mouth's cut on the bias.

Drink to a fa ir woman who I think is mos t entitled to it, for if an ything ever can dri ve me to drink, she certainl y can do it. H ere's t o a lon g life, and may you li ve a thousa nd years and I a thousan d years less one d ay, for I would no t care to li ve a fter yo u had p assed away. Frien d of m y soul , this goblet sip, 'Twill chase the pensive tear. 'Tis not so sweet as woman 's lip, B ut oh, 'Tis more sincere . Drink, for yon know not when ce you came nor why . Drink, for yo u know no t wh y you go nor when ce . Fill the bumper fair, E very drop we sprinkle O!er the brow of care Smoo ths away a wrinkle . 98