GREEN SASS DRINKS.
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A Hosier stopped opposite of one Of our
fashionable drinkinging saloons day or
two since. and with his hands deep in his
pockets, and front of his chip turned up,
seemed looking with absorbing interest in
to the interior, al an individual uxuriating
on julip, with strawa compartments.


"Well I'll swar, if that amt a new kick y
says he. "Who'd thort of seech thing
as green sass drink, How consarned
cool that ar feller sucks it." soliloquised he,
moving his body in sympathetic manner,
as if engaged in drawing the fluid himself
"I'll hev taste of tnat mxtur' ef | busts a
Bit" was his conclusion; SO in he went


"What will you take sir 2" inquired the
bar keeper.


ssJest go on and give that feller his lick
er, caus aint as dry as he looks" said the
Hosier, pointing III a customer at the other
end of the counter.


"Now, SIR" said the attentive attendant.


The Hosier reached across the counter,
took hold of his collar, and drawing him
close up, whispered in his ear.


"A green sass drink, with all the fxins!"
and he winked his eye familiarly, as if to
convey his meaning more fully that all the
ingredients should be thar





eyes, sir" said the bar keeper.


The mint was fixed in, the ice beside il,
the sugar piled on top, and the fluid deli
cately poured over all; the whole was then
commingled, and with the accompanying
straw ornament, handed to the customer.
He pulled his hand out Of his pocket, pick
ed up the glass, and commenced first suck
and then a guffaw, which exercise he con-
tinued until the straw squealed with empt-
mess, whereupon, setting it down, he pull
ed out his bit, and repeated the operation
of whispering to the bar keeper, and told
him secretly:


"I've seed through them ar green sass
drinks---their pooty good, all 'cept the ice,
and reckon thur cold enough'thout that,
but, stranger, that fodder stuff is an amazin'
cute idee for the temperance folks; its put
in | speculate, to hide the hcker.'-- ST. Lou
Is Rtpille ,.s N.
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