1934 What Shall We Drink by Magnus Bredenbek

Toasts

Life slips its tether

When good fellows get together.

—Richard Hovey

Here's to the gladness of her gladness when she's glad!

Here's to the sadness of her sadness when she's sad!

But the gladness of her gladness

And the sadness of her sadness

Are not in it with her madness when she's mad!

—Anon

Here's to the land of the shamrock so green,

Here's to each lad and his darling colleen,

Here's to the ones we love dearest and most—

And may God save old Ireland—that's an Irishman's toast!

—Anon

Here's health to you and wealth to you.

Honors and gifts a thousand strong;

Here's name to you and fame to you.

Blessing and joy a whole life long!

But, lest bright Fortune's star grow dim.

And sometimes cease to move to you,

I fill my bumper full to the brim

And pledge a lot of love to you!

—Nannie B. Turner

After man came woman—and she has been after him ever

since!

—Anon

Within this goblet, rich and deep,

I cradle all my woes to sleep!

—Moore

We'll drink to the friends who wish us well.

So fill to the brim and toast'em;

And if there be those who wish us ill—

Why,now is the time to roast'em!

—Grace Luce Irwin

Here's to luck—that it may come our way!

A toast to Fear—that we may never feel it!