The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1890-08-14
WORCESTERSHIRE SAUCE.
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jStomachs.

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5ssomachs.
Did y,u eva; hoar of q Worcester
shire sau,.e CT ,cktail? Probably not.
Yet they are Trunk Ly certain Yersons
whose ston,q ;hs require strong decoc-
ton to tone Them up. I ate breakfast
in certain popular restaurant yester-
day, and coul d find no Worcest srshire
on my table with which to favor my
steak. Wnell the head-waiter brought
q bottloto me be smiled and remarked,
ave can't afford to keep Worcester
shire OH tho .ab' es any longer, sir; too
many peonle dripk it up"
Drink it up? You don't mean to
say that any one drinks Worcestershire
as beverage. L shou ID think it would
burn the ',orf ont t.of his mouth"
at pro; ably would ort of m ordi-
nary man s." said the head-waiter; but
for nh old rounlcr " orcestershire
sauce is the lost 'bracer' in. 'Ghe world
1t straightens him up when 'yhisky, and
gin cock tails, and even absinthe, have
lost their grip. Before V e hid our
Worcestershire bottles av 'ay, I have
seen them come in, sit d.own Mt the
tables, give their order fer breakfast,
and then, as soon as tho walters back
was turned, empty their glass of water,
seize the Worcester'hire bottle, fill the
goblet half full of the, sauce and down
it at n gulp. The effect is quick
and wonderful. Men who come in all
played out, shaky and dilapidated, will
straighien up and be as hungry as a
tramp by the time brerlIfast is brought.
Oh, there is nothing like Worcester
shire cocktail. The old FOUNDERS
would tell you so, if they would tell
You the truth. But they won't. They
are ashamed of it, and conceal their
craving. I,don't believe you could get
one of the Worcestershire 'fends' to
own up to it"
did you ever know anybody to ask
for drink of Worcestershire
Never but once. He is an old Gus.
toner and gives me good tips, so I will
not expose him by telling his name.
He used to loola around wistfully after
the bottles disappeared from our tables,
and when he couldn't find them he
would orde ,absi athe. But that didn't
hit the spot like Worcestershire, Pres
emily I detcted him drinking the
tomato catsup. 1 said nothing but the
catsup bottles were taken off. The
next morning he came in to breakfast
as usual, and I sow him look for the
tomato catsup. He couldn't find it, OF
course. I said to myself, What will
You do now, old man? He was evil
IDENTIFY disturbed. But he ordered his
breakfast. and began inspecting the
cruets in the stand on the table. ALL
ct once bright'idea. struck him. He
took ont the cayenne pepper cruet,
literally sprinkBed the water in his
goblet, and drank it down, I could
stand it no longer Walking up'to him,
I said: Mr.. -, would you like
some Worcestershire He flushed up,
for he saw thatI knew his sacret--no
secret, though, for ho is only one Of q
dozen such that frequent this restau.
rant. Yes he replied, I would.
Nothing picks me up like Worcester.
shire. 1 tell you .yhat I'll do. Sell
me bottle and keep it for me, and
when I come in to get my breakfast,
pour me out small gassful on the
quiet. Say nothing to anybody, and !
will see that you lose nothing I did
80, and now he gets his Worcestershire
cocktail every morning, and eats his
breakfast like little man.
It is we'll known TO the trade that
ono of the ingredients of many of the
sauces used on meats is asafetida. This
is the drug administered in hospitals
and iDebriate asylums to patients who
are suffering from the effects of hard
drinking. Probably the presence OF
the asafetida explains why FOUNDERS"
find the drinking of table sauces so in
vigorating to their worn-out stomachs.
The question is: HOW long will the
effects last? After Worcestershire,
what?-Ne.U York Star.