from American Rhapsody
Invocation/Intoxication Oak barrels, hops and yeasty brew. Answer the door for merrymakers rushing to get sozzled, tasty booze flowing from kegs, basement jugs. In bathtubs, in stills -- poteen, bathtub gin, moonshine, apple jack, mountain dew, sacramental wine -- Blue skies smiling at me bottles emptied, thrown on garbage heaps from nightclubs, saloons and speakeasies gin mills, whoopee parlors new generation of moneymakers roaring their Twenties. It’s here at last! Now for a new era of clean thinking and clean living. The Anti-Saloon League wishes every man, woman and child a Happy Dry Year, and a share of the fruits of prosperity which are bound to come with National Prohibition. On our side of the Hudson across from the big time racketeers, past the Hoovervilles beneath the Pulaski Skyway, on bays and inlets of the New Jersey shore The Prohibition high seas operation transported cases of Haig & Haig, Piper Heidsieck, Booth’s Gin from England, France, Scotland to St. Etienne, Canada and on to just beyond the twelve mile limit off Sandy Hook the New Jersey Rum Runway where men transferred them from fast skiffs to a fleet of World War I Mack Bulldog trucks. Nothing but blue skies do I see in my intoxication, the cocktail and I are born.