ATHOLE BROUSE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 27, 5 July 1890, Page 20

ATHOLE BROUSE.

A Scotchman in London was treating some of his Cockney friends to a Caledonian banquet on the eve of St. Andrew's Day. Among the national compounds he was particularly anxious that his friends should taste an Athole brose, ami every constituent element for this genuine Scottish brew was discovered, except honey. After a careful search in the pantry, he came into the room smiling, with a pot of honey, whieli he declared was clotted by the trost, but otherwise in prime condition. After careful manipulation of the fluids, a glass of steaming brose was set before each of the party. A toast was called for. The health of ‘ our guest ’ was proposed. Every man took a big drink, and immediately rushed to the window and threw it open, putting their heads out frantically. When harmony had in some way restored, the host called for his wife for an explanation. ‘My dear.'he said piteously, • what have you been doing to the honey ?’ •What honey 1’ retorted his spouse. ‘We had no honey.’ The host turned pale. ' Then what is this, Mary ?’ he said, holding up the pot from which the extract had been made. ‘ Why. my dear,’ returned Mary, with the sweetest smile imaginable. ‘ that is mv vaseline ointment.' And then there was an impressive faMenuj-.