WHISKY


This is from an Irish priest's sermon, as quoted in Samuel M. Hussey's

"Reminiscences of an Irish Land Agent": "'It's whisky makes you bate

your wives; it's whisky makes your homes desolate; it's whisky makes you

shoot your landlords, and'--with emphasis, as he thumped the

pulpit--'it's whisky makes you miss them.'"





In a recent trial of a "bootlegger" in western Kentucky a witness

testified
hat he had purchased some "squirrel" whisky from the

defendant.



"Squirrel whisky?" questioned the court.



"Yes, you know: the kind that makes you talk nutty and want to climb

trees."





General Carter, who went to Texas in command of the regulars sent south

for maneuvers along the Mexican border, tells this story of an old Irish

soldier: The march had been a long and tiresome one, and as the bivouac

was being made for the night, the captain noticed that Pat was looking

very much fatigued. Thinking that a small drop of whisky might do him

good, the captain called Pat aside and said, "Pat, will you have a wee

drink of whisky?" Pat made no answer, but folded his arms in a

reverential manner and gazed upward. The captain repeated the question

several times, but no answer from Pat, who stood silent and motionless,

gazing devoutly into the sky. Finally the captain, taking him by the

shoulder and giving him a vigorous shake said: "Pat, why don't you

answer? I said, 'Pat, will you have a drink of whisky?'" After looking

around in considerable astonishment Pat replied: "And is it yez,

captain? Begorrah and I thought it was an angel spakin' to me."





_See_ also Drinking.



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