The Drink Question
[From Truth, April 7, 1915.]
Sir Topas Port, in angry sort,
A scowl upon his forehead,
Relieved his chest, of wrath possessed,
In words distinctly torrid;
His brows were raised, his eyes they blazed,
His nose inclined to florid.
"Disgraceful state! That we must wait
For guns and ammunition,
Because--Great Scott!--men play the sot
And ruin their condition.
Low, drunken swine! If power were mine,
I'd teach 'em their position!
"I'd close the pubs and workmen's clubs--
What says that Welshman feller?
All drink tabooed? Alike preclude
Mile-Ender and Pall-Maller?
Good-bye! Can't stay. I must away
Post haste to stock my cellar."
***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NEW YORK TIMES CURRENT HISTORY; THE
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