One evening in October, when I was one-third sober, and dragging home a load with manly pride, my feet began to stutter, so I lay down in the gutter, and a pig came up and parked right by my side. Then I warbled "It's fair weather, when good fellows get together." 'til a lady passing by was heard to say : "You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses ! " then the pig got up and slowly walked away. (See if you can find out the author of that gem)

.... Well, the author is Benjamin H. Burt and he was more a lyricist than a poet.



Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk.
That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
Ernest Hemmingway