Benedicts Prefer Stout

NZ Truth, Issue 1194, 18 October 1928, Page 10

Benedicts Prefer Stout

It's bl^ck and it's thick and it's oily And no one can say it looks nice. v . Ypu can't. mix it up m a cocktail; It's the sanie wUhout, or with, ice. It hagn't the thrill of Grand Mafnier, Neither chkmp^ne's nor hock's jubilation, Nor the kick that's m beer and m whisky— Yet stput must have spme fascination! I'm afraid it's beyond me, to tell you, ,"'■'• "Wherein doth its excellence lie ; But the fellows who make it, th^y sell it, , ' And the fellows, who drink it, they buy. . They are men witli long whiskers who buy it, And men with the tired^ wbrried look That comes from/ a wife who is handsbi^ie, But alas, hasn't learnt how to ebbk! Beer would make them more jolly, it's obvious, And whisky would give them more sting, But unchanging it's stout that they ask for 1 And it seenis a mysterious thing. For they 4rip& but a couple of snifters Then, loii^ before sijc ;o 'clock's due, They buy t*hem a quart m a pottle — '' But wjiy is Vbdyond me and you. . They never takoLwine home, nor sherry, It's Stout, oily Stout, that they buy And we. bachelors' gay, Aye goggle and say üßutu ßut why,. Master Benedict, why?',' ".Bach man to his choice," is my motto, I query no dqhker his drink; But Stout's a Bitumen-like liquid ... There's something behind it, I think . . . 1 — e.H.o.