During my recent rampage about the American continent it was my pleasure to appreciate the service of Tiajuana, and I could not resist the temptation to contrast this Mexican village with the Canadian metropolis, Montreal. In Montreal I enjoyed a bottle of Pol Roger champagne without being a law breaker, even though it cost me ten cents for a two by four sandwich. From Montreal I hustled to the deer hunting regions of northern Minnesota and found no champagne or other imported wines, but plenty of “mountain dew.” With all due respect to Mr. Andrew J. Volstead, our Minnesota congressman, there is today in this grand and glorious land of the free and home of the brave more rotten booze than it was ever my lot to drink in the pre-prohibition days.
But to get back to my deer hunting expedition, I must admit that the deer were scarce but—
But there were polecats and goosehawks,
And a four-legged cow;
Wild pigs and wild boars,
And a thing like a sow.
There were thousands of screech owls,
Turkey buzzards and quail,
And a little black jack-ass
With a damnable tail,