DRY AS BUST.

Manawatu Times, Volume XLIII, Issue 14205, 2 September 1919, Page 5

DRY AS BUST.

(By WALT MASON, In "San Francisco Chronicle”). The country’s dry; some gin and rye in alleys may be peddled, but prison waits the foolish skates who wit!) such trade have meddled. The thirsty gink who seeks a drink of soul destroying bitters, must cast aside all decent pride and herd -with low down critters. The country : s dry and so am I, but I m a fan for water; when heated up I want a cup that doesn’t make mo hotter. The foaming beer, all amber clear, that bears such luring titles, piles useless fat on waist and slat, and superheats men’s vitals. The sparkling wine whose bubbles shine like dew upon the clover, heats up one’s veins and cooks his brains, and leaves a fierce hangover. I drink from pools, for water cools my works, by summer heated; I don’t regret the era wet, when men each other treated. I drink from pumps and have no dumps when rising in the morning; no stomach throes, and my red nose is not a horrid warning. I drink from brooks whose bends and crooks bisect the' smiling valleys; I have no use for serpent juice dispensed in dirty alleys.