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Concerning the presence of books in all bars — the changing of saloons to salons, and what it might do to society! Truly, 'tis perilous to think upon!
IN Sussex, England, the Cherry Tree Inn at Copthome has been making a play for added business by installing a 3 00 'volume library in its pub. For an extra tuppence, a novel is now served with a pint of bitter, and what's more, the customer may keep his book for a week. Same can not be said for the pint of bitter.
This innovation in drinking habits may well revolutionize the entire imbibitory structure of society, if it happens to get carried far enough. And except for a few minor drawbacks — such as one's not being able to focus after the first four or five — this new idea may come into its own and into the bars and lounges of our native cities.
Consider, then, the repercussions, the change in decor and attitude that may take place. The tired business man, after a tough day at the office, drops into the corner bistro where he is wont to while away a daily hour or four or five. From the shelves hning the wall, he selects the latest whodunit, orders a bourbon and soda or reasonable facsimile, sinks into a comfy old leather chair and a coma, and soon is escaping the trials of the day's occupation in a stimulating
never-never land of murder and mirth. Ponder upon it! A whole roomful of tired business men and career girls drinking beer and reading the newest book of the month! Instead of the usual yak-yak of shop talk and the hysterical squeaks of relaxing nervous systems — there'll be a comfortable quiet interrupted only by the taffeta sound of turning pages, the hiss of escaping beer bubbles, and the Falstaffian nmibles of ole beer burpers.
There will always be among those present one or two of the species who just have to read certain passages aloud from time to time. This practice may be eliminated by seeing to it that the offender has so many drinks that he — or she, as the case may and probably will be^ — can no longer follow a straight hne along the page. After that he/she may want to argue in loud tones, or sing "Bell Bottom Trousers" or "I Love You Truly". At that stage, you might try hitting him/her over the head with "Forever Amber".
Your Englishman has always liked to read as he drinks. Dickens expatiates at length on the pleasures derived from reading a book in the