1934 Irvin S Cobb's own Recipe Book

weep pensively because the antelope have vanished from our Western plains; in another a wistful inclination to sing some quaint roundelay of which the singer has forgotten the tune and can't remember the words; and in yet a third, a tendency to lose things, even bulky objects. I remembe1 that once, being borne away on the winged enthusiasm of the momerit, I absorbed three Tom and Jerries in a row, and mislaid a cyclorama of the Battle of Gettysburg. I wonder if that cyclorama of the Battle of Gettysburg can ,still be knocking around somewhere, mooing plain– tively for old massa? please, to what I insist is the queen moth_er of all the infusions - the Mint Julep. Who first compiled this most regal of refreshments? No– body answers. But .our hearts are throbbing monuments to his anonymous memory. The very o.t;igin of the julep is wreathed in the mists of antiquity - the same as the early wandering of the Celts, the identity of the inventor of books or the mystery of who it was that smote Billy Patter– son. We do know that it was evolved in the South, that it has been enshrined in the affections of a grateful constit- 17 C OME we now, ~~vcrent!y,