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THE FIND OF
BACCHUS.
(FROJ\1 THE MODERN MYTHOLOGY.)
Bacchus in a la nguid mood one clay,
Cloyed wi t h the purple essence of t he vine,
Cried out, ' ' I tire of all this sweetness and the wine;
If
there be aught that's new, cup-bearer mine,
I pray thee serve it now without delay. ''
Whereat young Gannymecle, there sta nding by,
Bowed t o the one he served a Dd la ughed,
Saying, "Lo, I shall brew thee a dra ught,
The nectar of the gods, in sooth,' ' and Bacchus quaffed
In haste, nor stopped he 'ti! the cup was dry.
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Gone was his wa nton languidness a.nil pair>,
No more he sat disconsolate and pale,
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But cried, "'Tis found
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Oh wondro·us tipple, ha il!
Its
name~
Ah yes, I see: A Boothby Cocktail.
Oh! Ga nnymede, just set 'em up again!
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In making cocktails of any liquor always strive to sen·e the beYerage
as cold as possible without allowing too much ice to dissolve in the mixture.
This is accomplished by placing a lump of ice in the serving-glass before
co rnmenciug t o mix the drink, aml while stirring the cocktail with a long
bar-spoon held in the right hand the left ha nd should be kept busy rota tin g
in the opposite direction the serving-glass containing the lump of ice. As
soon as the cocktail is prepared throw the hunp of ice out of the serving-glass
with a twist of the wrist and immediately strain the beverage from the mixer
into the now frozen glass.
Never try to make f a ncy cocktails without a special order, as they shoul1l
be as plain as possible for the average lover of this popula r beYcrage,