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Show I WALT MASON I POOR SPORT. A fad comes Up and then it drops ' its destiny pui.-uliiK; and friends who1 late were buying hops are tired of I ba meni browing. Bast year the hops-and-raislns stores all day and night were i.usy. tiie Tired lerks jumped around tho floors until their heads I v. ere dizzy. And patrons carried home ' the hops and straightway went to revving, producing much unholy .slops I that threatened their undoing! The home brewed stuff was sometimes pink, and sometimes green or yellow; what e'er Its hue, one good long drink would paralyze a fellow. Home brewers brew-ers wearied of their graft when It was fairly started, and from their basements base-ments quite a raft of brewing Junk was carted. And now there's no demand de-mand for hops, except for proper uses, no patrons buy them In the shops lo make Illicit juices. Thus ono great spOrt has petered out, for It was vain and hollow, and soon or late, no man can doubt, all kindred sports will follow. fol-low. Just now smart alecks think it OUts to khOCk the law to pieces, and buy punk gin from some galoot who packs it in valises But whou they see their neighbors die from drink-Ing drink-Ing poisoned whisky, they'll think it ettl to go dry and be Sillv S and ' frisky. The ghost of Barleycorn will wend around us for a season, but all the lawlessness will end as people 1 h ink and reason. (Copyright, 1022. George Matthew Adams. |