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Show . , I Rippling !By WA. r MAblN. tai. jgis:Bi HOME BREW. I made a keg of home brewed ale, with raisins, yeast and water, and now I'm in the county jail, where reason's prone to totter. 1 made rive gallon of the truck to show that I could do it; I drank three quarts and ran amuck, and here I am. beshrcw it! My head is out of shape, on top, my brow is swelled and hilly, for there the outraged out-raged village cop assailed mo with his billy. When I get out, some five years hence (tin's fact I put some stress on) I'll try to brew no Old Stone Fence 1 will have learned my lesson. It does not pay to fool tho law. in measure, small or greater, for punishment Is ab you draw it getcs you soon or later. A lot of laws give mo a pain, I'm tempted to defy them; but in the hours when I am sane I guide my footsteps by them. AVe cannot pick and choose the laws that we'll observe and cherish; we can't approve one with our paws, and say the next, must perish. We have to take them as they come, and not behave like quitters, and if we find thaf'some are bum, we bravely take our bitters. The law's against all forms of booze, and when my stretch is ended, I will compound no home made brews of yeast and raisins blended. blend-ed. oo |