Farmer's Friend
City dwellers with beery intent slip into shadowy doorways, knock or ring cabalistically, whisper passwords through peepholes, gratings, chained portals. Dry-voting country dwellers blithely bear in the grape and the apple, press the ripe fruit, catch the juice, hoard it away. When winter comes they have a convivial cup. Long and loudly have urbanites protested this disparity of Prohibition. Last week city men envied country men when Prohibition Commissioner James M. Doran issued to his agents this edict: "The National Prohibition act authorizes . . . unrestricted manufacture of non-intoxicating cider...
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