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Show Fads In Tippling. "Got any buttermilk?" asked a man the other day of a bartender in a flrst-class flrst-class saloon. "No. Wo hardly ever have a call for It now, and we don't keep It." "I thought there was a big demand In saloons for buttermilk." "There used to be. There was a time, not long ago, when buttermilk was a fad as a tipple, but now If we buy any of It It Is allowed to spoil on our hands. You are thc first one who has called for buttermilk In four months. We used to have big cans of It on the counter all tho time, and we sold enough of it each day to lloat a cup-winner. I was going to say. A company made a business of supplying saloons with buttermilk, and did an enormous tradci It may bo doing do-ing something in that line yet, for all I know, but not here." "What was the cause of the death of the fad?" "It Is Just like any other fad or fash-Ion fash-Ion or whim or whatever you might call It. It la tho same as the change In the styles of shoes, Ono year they wear black shoes and the next year they wear brown ones. Drinks come and go. Something or somebody will start a new-fangled cocktail or other mixed drink with a funny or a fancy name, and It will havo a violent run all over the country for a while. Then, suddenly, sud-denly, without apparent cause, It will fude away. Something else will bob up, and have Its lllng, and the end Is not yet." Chicago Inter-Ocean. |