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...drinkers is due in considerable measure to the Swedish custom of drinking "healths" or "toasts" incessantly at even completely informal meals. Swedish, and indeed Scandinavian etiquette demands that when three or more people are at table no one of them shall drink so much as a sip of beer, wine or spirits except in pledging a toast. At a formal Swedish dinner the host rises, catches the eye of a guest who also rises, cries "Your health!" and they drink. The host must repeat this ritual at least once with every guest, and each guest must reply in kind...
...After the Flood: And Noah began to be a husbandman, and he planted a vineyard; And he drank of the wine, and was drunken; and he was uncovered within his tent- GENESIS 9: 20-21. He was somewhat over 600 years old then...
...Briand afterwards admitted that the Chalet's bustling waiters placed before them fresh caught mountain trout, roast chicken, sausages, peas (served as a separate course in France) and a basket heaped with fruit. What they munched was washed down in good Swiss wine. What they said was later hinted at in an official communique...
Followed years of gore and glory, for Mohammed entertained no silly qualms about bloodshed and brigandage for pious ends. He never went in for miracles, but calculated a paradise that Arabs would gladly die for, abundant in food, wine, ease and "full-bosomed" houris. Ignorant in most things (he once forbade the artificial fecundation of date palms, precipitating a famine), he violated Arabian chivalry by employing his brains in war; adopted entrenchment and always watched fights alertly from a safely distant hill. Militarily secure, he accomplished great pilgrimages back to the holy well, Zemzem, at Mecca. Before his death from...
...playing "Tell Me, Pretty Maiden" from Florodora when Harry K. Thaw shot Stanford White. The architect, who had started to rise when he saw Mr. Thaw coming toward him, sank back into his chair with an expression of sudden weariness while a tide of slow vermilion spread like spilled wine across the bosom of his evening shirt. That was in June, 1906. Now Harry Thaw has written a book...