. The book of spice. hey seO across the bar? THE BOOK OF SPICE Perhaps it*s made of whisky and perhaps it*s made of gin,Perhaps theres orange bitters and an orange-peel within,Perhaps its called Martini, and perhaps its called, again,The name that spread Manhattans fame among the sons of men;Perhaps you like it garnished with what thinking men little blushing cherry that is made of celluloid —But be these matters as they may, a cher confrere you areIf you admire the cocktail that they pass across the bar. And as the hours of talk grow late, the hours of drinkgrow more, What makes the
. The book of spice. hey seO across the bar? THE BOOK OF SPICE Perhaps it*s made of whisky and perhaps it*s made of gin,Perhaps theres orange bitters and an orange-peel within,Perhaps its called Martini, and perhaps its called, again,The name that spread Manhattans fame among the sons of men;Perhaps you like it garnished with what thinking men little blushing cherry that is made of celluloid —But be these matters as they may, a cher confrere you areIf you admire the cocktail that they pass across the bar. And as the hours of talk grow late, the hours of drinkgrow more, What makes the barroom mirror shine £is never shonebefore ? What makes the dullest utterance the cogs of mirthanoint Until no joke is so obscure you cannot see the point? What makes the sidewalk, homeward bound, like storm-tossed ships careen, Until a dear, familiar voice says, Charles, where haveyou been ? You hear yourself, like some one else, make answer from afar,**Sh thoshe dlishs cocktailsh (hid)they pash acrosh th* bar I. THE BOOK OF SPICE
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