1934 Irvin S Cobb's own Recipe Book

After the third of these insidious liquid knickknacks had kissed his lips and slid down him, he began dozing, only rousing to say he'd like very much to break a fifty-dollar bill, provided he was absolutely sure they'd give him all his change in Confederate money. His mood changed then, and when I left h~ had just offered to whip any damn-Yankee in the house. ArER all I reckon though that my faith, ever since my adolescence, has been bedrocked in the Kentucky julep. I used to like to watch my uncle make one - a grizzled, unreconstructed, .veteran gunner-officer he was, one-time chief of artillery on Breckinridge's staff and fairly active in Johnston's Army - until Johnston ran out of Army. He always held that the best mint grew on the grave of a Confederate brigadier so that the congenial essences of the slumbering warrior's soul might steal up through the sod to whisper to···the tender roots of that fronded greenery waving above, while he awaited the bugle for Eternity's roll-call. I wonder whether any mint grows on the mound where my uncle sleeps? I hope so. Anyhow, may he rest in peace - and he will, if Over There he can find somebody to 23