“Yes, Sana, they do, but they are only so very few that the rest do not mind them. But should one mind them, he will be a ‘marked man,’ like Tom Lawson who exposed the frenzies of high finance in Wall Street in his famous novel ‘Friday the Thirteenth.’ First they drove him from his large operations to smaller ones. Finally they ‘broke’ him. The recent sale of his four million dollar estate ‘Dreamwold’ was the last of the tragedies of Lawson’s life. And the same tactics are used with others in political life. They get them in the long run, even if things have to be ‘framed,’ as many records show. I could tell you more, but I must not. Someone might overhear me and I would get myself in difficulties, even though proofs are available. They may do anything to you, but you must not get back at them, no matter how right you are. You know, it hurts their feelings to know the truth, but don’t expect them to show any feeling for you. But to get back to the liquor question, Sana. I have several recipes with me, for very good drinks. I got them from the Duncans, friends of mine, you know. They have been making home-brew ever since the country went dry. The stuff they make is good and has a decided kick to it. I have had some several times at their home. I enjoy a good drink once in a while myself, you know. “I brought copies of the recipes with me. You never know who you might meet and it is always good to be able to compare notes.” Mrs. O’Brien, after searching a few minutes among the puffs, rouge boxes and other miscellany that filled her hand bag drew out two slips of paper which she handed to Sana. “Here they are, you may keep a copy. Might come in handy when your own country goes dry.” Sana looked at the papers for a moment, then commenced to read, “Peach Wine--one pound evaporated peaches, two pounds sugar....” Mrs. O’Brien interrupted her with a hasty “Shh. Shh. Not so loud. It is against the law for people to know how to do things.” Sana laughed heartily as she cried, “Oh, es ist verboten!” She resumed her reading and having finished looked up with “So that is what the people make in order to get what the government doesn’t wish them to have?” “Yes. It’s good stuff--a peach of a drink. Read the other.” Sana did as she was told, then laughingly, “I see you people have found a good use for that one-time useless weed to serve the pressing need of the populace. But, if I recall aright, I saw in the papers a few days ago that the government decided that even the poor defenceless dandelion came within the ban of the prohibition laws. Now that decision is being enforced I am sure that your law-abiding citizens will see to the banishing of that innocent flower from the vacant lots.” “Yes, the question will be, who is first on the lot, I or my neighbor?” “Has the dandelion drink a strong kick, as you call it?”