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weeks. One afternoon, Colonel Brown arrived at the
hotel and, suspecting the whereabouts of his poker in–
timate, sought the door of the Bar. And, sure, enough,
at his favorite table, the center of a group of attentive
listeners, sat Private John Allen. On the table was a
bottle of Old Green River whiskey. At Allen's right was
a stout man, red-faced
~nd
with a tremendous mustache
of a hue that matched. The other waved his hand and
shouted, "Come right over, Colonel Brown!" As the
newcomer approached, Private john arose.
"Gentlemen," he said,
":'this
is Colonel Brown, of
Atlanta, Georgia. Colonel Brown, suh, I wish you to
meet Majah Soandso. Majah Soandso is the represen–
tative suh, of that wonderful, that potent, that seduc–
tive beverage-0-1-d Gre-e-n Rivah."
Colonel Brown sat and the bottle was passed around.
Another was ordered and then another. Finally, Private
John suggested: "Let's all go down to the Hoffman
House."
A few minutes later, the party lined
~p
at the long
bar counter of that establishment.
"Gentlemen, will you indicate your preference?"
Private John's voice invited. Each named his choice in
turn. Finally the white-coated bartender reached the
end of the line.
"And yours, sir?" he said to Private John.
"You may give me, suh," came the answer in a full,
round voice that reverberated through the room, "some
of that great liquah that is considered a boon in every
well-regulated household-0-1-d Gr-e-en Rivah
!"
The bartender inclined his head to one side. "I beg
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