Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1859-05-29

The following amusing sketch OF the mannei
In which an irascible President OF Cambndst
was once Modified Nv a mug Of flip, Is from
the pen Of " Jack Robinson" the Boston cor
respondent Of the New York Tmss
.1propos % Porte, whose name ] have Just
taken in vain I heard a good college story
the Other day. which Imay - wei set down
here. Porter is an Institution in Cambridge.
He il q person Of varied accomplishment, and
keeps "a house o. can.1 None like him 70
brew meshop or miagle a shandy gof. But
his chef fauurc IL flip Il is reported among
he students that G1nymede, when dying-be-
! carse it's an nonsense about Gauymede being
immortal; be left J~upiter's service, married
Hrhe, set up an inn with his savings, and died
az a good old age-it is reported that Gany-
mHde left Porter che recipe for making both
nectar ard am1rosil, wh.rh recipe he snrrep-
tifi1usly copied from Jrpitpr's receipt book,
and Porter. improving on the idea, conceived
The happy thought Of mingling both divine ma
~terials. and producing al inefabie beverage-
something which should combine the elements
OF the s~upernal meat and supernal drinks
harmony Of solid and hnid, TO which each ele-
ment should contribute its celestial f7vors. He
carried ont the idea. He mingled the amhrosia
and the nec'ar. and al Olympus turned pale
with envy, Tor the res1lt wss-fiB!
WITH such a classic origin n was not 10 be
wondered ~ that under graduates. who are
notorious for their love Of NEUROLOGICAL mat
ters, should find themselves attracted to Por-
ter's, and there refresh their "reminiscences Of
/ Olympus with drau-hts Of The divine beverage.
| In fact, such was their devotion 70 this branch
Of classical study, and so inspired did they fire.
Quentlv get-inspired even 20 the Pythonic
pitch n being unintelligible in their speech
that the matter attracted the attention Of the
| Preidenf Of he College, venerable gentle
man Of the period, whose name ! have forgot
ten. Hesrtless and ignorant persons, entirely
miseoneeiyiDg the spirit in which the under
graduates visited Porter's. reported TO this
worthy person that the students were in the
habit Of getting drunk every night on fiji. Il
INST be seen to.
The President puts on his most authorativs
wig and earnest countenance, and sallies out
70 blow mp the classical Porter for leading his
students asirav. First Of an, he thinks, in
order to b able TO speak more dseisively, that
he viii taste this noTitious beverage with his
own fps. Then there can b no mistake.
With much dignity be enters PortsT's. He iS
greeted with respect. He interroEates por-
| ter "sir, many q the Undergraduates come
here, I understand fD a few" modestly re-
plies the landlord. "Thev come here fire.
I ouently, Mr.. Porter? p "They drop IN now
] and then, sir?1 "Somctimes, sir.n "They
drink a great deal OF IL. Ny Porter % "Well,
sir, they DO take considerable" They &c;
drunk on il, Mr.. PoT,er?' The discreet Por-
ter remained silent. Make me a-a-aip.n
81 length says the venerable President, still
froEninc and Indignant. Porter, whose sdag
fr0i2 had never for a moment forsaksn him,
deploYs an The resources Of his art.
Presently q ~superhuman flip, with an aro-
matte form, which Venus might have risen
from, ereaming over the edge Of the goblet, is
the result Of his efforts. He hands It respect
fully, and with some anxiety, to the President
on whose face Judicial thunder clouds have
been gathering. The President tastesi Il gloom
ilF. He pauses. Another sip. The thunder
clouds have no, yet flashed forth any light
nings. Porter, resigned, awaits the oaiburs,.
The President gazes wonderinglv at his glass.
A general emoilient expression seems 20 glide
over bis face, and smooth the frowning br0ws.
The lips relax. and a smile seems about to
dawn. He lifts the glass once more 70 his lips.
heaves a SIGH, and puts it down.. II is empty
Mr.. Porter" be says, "the students get
drunk on this. sir 7o Porter sees hat the storm
Is passed, and boldly answers in The afhFma-
tive. "Sir,n says the veneTable nan, and
walking gravely away, "sir, I don't wonder at
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