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"I am very sorry, sir,'' the polite barman now returned,
shaking his head. "We haven't such whiskey and I have
never heard of it. But we have Old Crow, Y.P .M.-"
"What, sub?" bellowed Private Allen. "Do you mean
to
t~ll
me, sub, 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 out–
side the Barroom entrance. The major slipped away. Pri–
vate 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 Green Rivah. Colonel,'' he continued, with a wink,
"how'd you like, suh,
for
me
to
send· you down
to
At–
lanta a case of Old Green Rivah with my compliments?"