Grubby Mexican peons, sodden and weary from their long annual pilgrimage to Ome Tochtli (Two Rabbit, God of Drunkenness) in Tepoxtlaá, staggered into Mexico City last week to find themselves bedeviled by cops, shrill women and crackdowns, tempted with low-taxed beer. The Mexican Government was full swing in its campaign to wean peons away from their vile national drink, pulque (pronounced pool-kay), educate them up to beer.
The Habit. Pulque, compounded of fermented cactus juice from a Mexican century plant, is a malodorous, milky-looking sour liquid which sells for ten centavos (2¢)...
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