1934 Irvin S Cobb's own Recipe Book

Then throw the mint away - tt is a sacrifice. Fill with cracked ice the glass; pour in the quantity of Bourbon which you want. It trickles slowly through the ice. Let it have time to cool, then pour your sugared water over it. No spoon is needed; no stirring allowed - just let it stand a moment. Then around the brim place sprigs of mint, so that the one who drinks may find taste and odor at one draft. "Then, when it is made, sip it slowly. August suns are shining, the breath of the south wind is upon you. It is fragrant, cold and sweet - it is seductive. No maiden's kiss is tenderer or more refreshing, no maiden's touch could be more passionate. Sip it and dream - you cannot dream amiss. Sip it and dream- it is a dream itself. No other land can give so sweet solace for your cares; no other liquor soothes you in melancholy days. Sip it and say there is no solace for the soul, no tonic for the body like old Bourbon whiskey." After that rhapsody I'm afraid anything else in the line of prescriptions must seem sort of flat-like and tame; still shall I do my best with recipes, which follow now. I would call the lis; a tolerably complete one, but make no profession that it is all-embracing, all-comprehensive, because the sup– posedly..faithful scout I sent out for the last batch, has been strangely missing for some days now. We have asked the good monks of St. Bernard to hunt for him, but he is still 32