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your pardon, sir," he said. "I didn't quite catch that."
"I
said} suh," Private John returned, "some of that
beneficent, luscious, pervasive and persuasive liquah
whose eloquence has chahmed a continent - 0-1-1-d
Gr-r-e-e-en Rivah !"
"I
am very sorry, sir," the polite barman now re–
turned, shaking his head. "We haven't such whiskey
and
I
have never heard of it. But we have Old Crow,
Y.P.M.-"
"What, suh
?"
bellowed Private Allen. "Do you mean
to tell me, suh, that you haven't any of that famous,
soul-inspirin' liquah; the joy of every American father,
the pride of every American mother, and for which
American children cry instead of for Pitchah's Castoria
-0-1-1-1-d G-r-r-r-e-e-n Rivah?''
"I am sorry, sir," said the barman, "but we haven't it."
"Well, by Gawd," exclaimed Private Allen, his voice
this time at its highest and most reverberant pitch, "you
haven't got Old Green Rivah! Well, suh, I just refuse
to drink in such a low-down place. Come on, fellahs !"
And he led the way out of the barroom.
The next afternoon, Colonel Brown saw Private Allen
and the red-mustached major in close communion just
outside the Barroom entrance. The major slipped
away. Private John "said to ·Colonel Brown, with a
chuckle, "Do you know, the Majah tells me he slipped
into the Hoffman House Bar, this mornin', and sold 'em
seventy-five cases of Old 6reen Rivah. Colonel," he
continued, with a wink, "how'd you like, ·suh, for me
to send you down a case of.Old Green Rivah with my
compliments?"
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