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The Hooch Cure Blues
By M. V. Sumner.
Bring me a dry Martini, waiter, and chase it with something that’s wet.
I went to a pink tea yesterday and I haven’t got over it yet.
I heard they’ve discovered the North Pole, waiter, Gee, I wish I had it here now,
They couldn’t come any too cold for me to put on my aching brow.
’Twas a stormy night at sea, waiter, and the waves ran mountains high,
Personally, I was souzed to the gills and today I am awfully dry.