, 1923-04-15
Weather Is Great
Tragedy When Bach Beer
Is No More, Hey Reader?

Is No More
BY JOHN HA
ALIAS Weed
Special Casper
READERS
Wen. Readers. I do not wish any
body any hard luck in this world.
but believe me these Mild Spring
Daze like yesterday I am inclined to
think that II the guys which is re
sponsible for making h Interest on
a Beer Investment Half Of One Per
cent was to all drop Dead OF Water
on the Brain. It would be a great
thing for this Commonwealth and no
mistake.
Well. I am sitting at the tipe writer
yesterday and I get to thinking what
a wonderful Day this is, n SO / tell
the Boss I am going down the street
n wac. He says what am 1 go
ing to do. and 1 say my Nose for
News tells me there Is going 10 be n
Accident down the street, and 1 had
better be there; and 1 duck right out
to Meet the Airi You can not tell
a Boss you have got to go for a walk
to rest your Brains, Of course; but
have you got any righteousness or
Imagination you can always figure
up a good excuse to get out!
Well, Reader, I stroll down the
street, and It is Warm and Spring
like: and I get to thinking about One
Thing and Another. like guys will on
a Mid Early Spring day like this.
One Thing I am thinking about is
Bach Beer, and Another is Bachus,
which is tho God OF Beer. as we Stu
dents of Histories have II. Well. l
wander on and the day is a little Hot
for a big o~vercoat, and I start to get
very sad thinking about Bach Beer
and Sofourth. and presently 1 am in a
terrible State OF Mind
Reader. I do not know what II is
about a Day like yesterday which
makes a guy think in Terms OF Bach
Beer; but It is true. all right Soon I
am feeling as Blue as a Prohibition
lists Nose (which is no more Appro-
pirate Color for a Beeer than Red, do
you ask med; and finally 1 hop into a
Private Paste Pot, or Moonshlne Bar,
and take a couple Of Shots Of Wild
Hootch. This stuff is Half Of One
all right O1slf of One percent whiskey
and the rest Brute S~trengthD. and I
do not fe elmuch better for It. at thatl
Tho guy which operate the Joint and
I get to talking about the Old Dare.
and Bach Beer. and one thing and an
other. and soon I am crying SO I can
not stay any longer. because he says
I am a Tip Off and MENACE to his
Dumpl
I often wish I am not so Emotion
al. Reader: but 1 give you my word
there is many a Mug around this
town which has not shed a Tear in
80 Years which win sniffle a little
does he have the same Thoughts I am
having yesterday I go out on the
street, and 1t is still a Perfect Day for
Draft Beer and I wander down a waze
Crying as Quietly as I can and think
ing of those Touching Lines which
YouEene Field, the poet, writes en-
titled Little Boy Blue Law you re.
member. which 80;
The Little Bung Starter Is COW
with lust
That answered A~ffectionnte
Hands,
And the Little Dead Soldier is rcd
with rust;
land home brew Moulds when
It standsD
Time was when tho little brass
Tap would draw.
And the Bach was Creamy and
Fair;
But tina was tho time ere our
Little Blue Law
Kicked them and put them
therei Tieid, I think.
Wen. I am standing on n corner
and the Tear is pouring down my
face. when I see q Big Bull, or Cop
giving me the Old Dog Eye. Pretty
soon he comes ovor N mo and HayI
What Does a Big Mug like mo NEAR
by Crying like a Baby, and do 1 moi
stop he Will Run No mi He looks
worry Sore. and Bawis me Out proper
Well. I oan not stop Crying, but J
ask him does he remember when they
used TO sell Bach Beer. m no says he
does, but to Shut Up and Quit Making
a Seen OF myself He rayu Cut It oui
or Land In the Little Stone Boarding
Housed
This BE Dick looks very peovish
but ! guess he Is not such a bad guy
NJ that, Reader. I am Iuat about tc
give him the ReHA whom l get a Fresi
Picture that makes mo sob harder
than everl
I say 10 him that does he remember
whe the Head OF a Goat swings OF
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