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Show PROPHECY. By Bcrton Bralcy. In clubs and grills the topers wail, Because they cannot still obtain. Their w hisky, beer and wine and ale As when the land was wet as ruin. , "Ah. well," they say, ' this thing win wane. In time we n have the hooch we lack " H i' t bough thoy talk In such a strain 'John Barleycorn ain't coming back. Though you "can get it," sure enough. If you will pay tour prices for li It's terrible man-killing ntuff And folks with any sense abhor It Adown their throats the old soaks pour It. But not wth any joyous smack, ( ih a fact, though some deplore it John Barleycorn uin't coming back For even bootleg hooch grows less l And worse as weeks and months go by ; Ih spite of hopes the soaks express The country's slowly Retting dry, The wets may grumble, moan and fdgh W.ih "m. sty tongue!, that parch and crack, But here's the answer to their erv, John Barleycorn ain't coming back'" (Copyright 191 NTF A Service) |