New Britain herald., 1919-04-03
Thirst and Literature.
F. Babcock in Resources,
 Prince Rupert. E. co

'''Ooc III any way Quc9'iOhlhS thS justice or desira bility of nationwide rohlhltlon, we may ask ourselves if the enforced restraint put upon our Stomachs will operate IDon our minds to such a degree as to render the mere thought Of cOnvivialitN, uncon- genial? Will we gratefully, or rehel- lously, accept a dry era in poetry and fiction? Will ou.' roseate ima- sinations, which formerly kindled kindly to such lines as Keats; "Oh for a draft of vintage that has
 been
 Cooled a long age in the deep delved
 earth.
 respond generously to suggestions of inc soda water font and the more or loss pellucld fagon of ginger pop
 If so. all is we'll. But If not so' then l venture to say that We "ould do well to pause bcOrc taking from our shelves for pcrusal, any Of the works of Dickens, Thackeray, scott, not to speak of innu,lcrable earlier writers. glance at random turned upon the pages of these books---any one of them-may incite Q tram Of thought as accomplishments to, as It IS unaNailing against. existing con huOns. We need not declare posi- uNely that it will arouse a vain thirst, but VIC may be quite sure if any thirst results. it will not be for sarsa- parllla, nor chocolate sundaes. We enter at a venture Mr. D!cken 'Old Curiosity Shop Behold at once sam Weller "cheered by the speedy arrival of Q small pewter pyramid curlously constructed Hf platters and covers, whereof the boiled beet plates formed the base, and roaming quart-pot the apex" Does our ina glnatlOn fill that qua rt~pot with root beer? I think not. We find our selves assisting at the al fresco meal Whereat Samuel Weller describes the excellence of "wea]-pics' when one lis sure they ain't kittens, and we behold the amiable and 1aw-abiding MT. Pickwic< thoroughly enjoying himself Well, that certainly is cap ital cold punch' said Mr. Pickwick, looking contcntedly at the stone bot tie, "and the day is extremely warm." 1 He then took another to see if there was any orange pee! in the punch, because orange pee! always disagreed With him.
 Possibly some nc er- c}n- we'll magin- alton will insist on supplying flavor other than that of orange. which MT. Pickwick found ca pital" in his punch.
 For goodness sake let us hurry past that page in Barnaby Rudge. which describes good Joe Willet declining to taste more than three glasses of old i sherry, to the unbouIded astonish l ment Of the purple taced vinter." | Nor would it perhaps Dc wise to dwell 1 too long on another page of the same | novel, which proVokingly relates how I Lord George and his secretary, with l slippered feet and legs stretched out l before the fire. sat over somc hot , muiled wine together
 Put your us,ravating Dickens back on the shelf. and take down copy Thackeray. It is "Thc Adventure of of Philip," and the dcspicabe Mr. Twysden is talking. He's con temptible person, that's true, but 1 ncverth eless what he is saying does , sound a little bit attractive. namely: "A plain, quiet dinner. a clear soup, | a, bit of fish. a couple of little entries ! a nice little roast. and we'll taste that l claTet of mine-DOt expensive, but it 1 has a bouquet and pureness of it's 1 own''
 And here is dear old Philip him l self speaking (thouSh not to us as 1 prohibitonsts) You can gest a fa- nous dinner there for a. shilling. Beef, ; bread, potatoes, beer ana 6 penny for tho waiter"
 Of course such frugality would not do for Tom Sargent in "The New combs'' who. ringing the bell bade Botsy bring him up another glass of rum and water, and one for MT. Des-
 brought to be charged to him."
 Doubtless Tom Sergeant and Cheva- Tier Strong. of "Pcndcnnis'' hist ory
 who said haughtily, send me up a
 outlet and a bottle of claret to my room,' could have managed to get
 along with pitcher of lemonade,
 but Mr. Tha ckeray, who was a mighty good judge of human nature, didn't
 appear to think so.
 We need not, however scrutinize 1 Thackcray's chara cters to discover his l views in regard to suitable refresh
 mcnt; he sets them down boldly in the following verse:
 "Rut a plain les of mutton, my Lucy,
 l prithee get ready at three.
 Have it smoking, end tender and
 juicy,
 And what better meat can there be
 And when it has feastId the master,
 'Twil! amply suffice for the maid Meanwhile I will sm ollr my canaster, i And tipple my ale in the shade"
 Return to Vonr sh If thou great i contcm plator of gustatory huma nifty.
 and lot us peep into one of the works
 of a novelist who ceased to be a man in the same year you obtained your
 majority. The book chances to be
 the Bride of Lamm ermoor. Will
 Walter Scott politely hand us a glass
 of ice water? Listen.
 "Craigic," said the Lord of the Man
 or, "do you pray step down to the
 cellar and fCtch LID bottle of