At thirteen minutes until noon, Filled once more with! Stutter's Stomach Bitters I raced into the presence of my love,' Elvira Simpkins. Alas! Alas! Ala: Elvira did not clasp me in her sturdy Kansas arms She sniffed the air and said: “I never will be wedded To a man who reeks with liquor! Give me Uncle Jethro's money! And don't you leave that drunken flivver on the streets of Nicodemus. And she went and married Jasper Grinder after all. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Old Soak, and Hail And Farewell, by Don Marquis