1930 Cocktails by "Jimmy" late of Ciro's London

Synthetic complexion, synthetic gin, and

next, I suppose, is synthetic sin.

Drink and the world drinks with you, Swear off and you drink alone.

Here's to the bathing girl-she certainly

isn't all wet.

In poker, like a glass of beer, You draw to fill.

Here's to the pedestrian; every year is

leap year with him.

Woman-she needs no eulogy-she speaks

for herself.

May we kiss whom we please, And please whom we kiss.

Here's to the liquor that makes a man see

double and feel single.

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