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weep pensively because the antelope have vanished from
our Western plains; in another a wistful inclination to sing
some quaint roundelay of which the singer has forgotten
the tune and can't remember the words; and in yet a third,
a tendency
to
lose things, even bulky objects. I remembe1
that once, being borne away on the winged enthusiasm of
the momerit, I absorbed three Tom and Jerries in a row,
and mislaid a cyclorama of the Battle of Gettysburg.
I wonder if that cyclorama of the Battle of Gettysburg
can ,still be knocking around somewhere, mooing plain–
tively for old massa?
C OME
we now,
~~vcrent!y,
please,
to
what I insist
is the queen moth_er of all the infusions - the Mint Julep.
Who first compiled this most regal of refreshments? No–
body answers. But .our hearts are throbbing monuments to
his anonymous memory. The very o.t;igin of the julep is
wreathed in the mists of antiquity - the same as the early
wandering of the Celts, the identity of the inventor of
books or the mystery of who it was that smote Billy Patter–
son. We do know that it was evolved in the South, that it
has been enshrined in the affections of a grateful constit-
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