Beer and the Human Stomach
A bar tender plaintively bewailed the necessity of having to rub congealed drops of stick beer off the bar. "But if I let them remain," said he in the tone of one seeking compassion, "they rot the wood." "They rot the wood, do they?" fiercely repeated a wine bibber. "Then what in the name of common sense does beer do to my stomach?" Replied the manipulator of drinks: "It is beyond me to tell. Of one thing I am confident, and that is, man's stomach is made of cast-iron, elsewise how could he withstand the fluids he pours into it? Let me show you something." He placed a piece of raw meat on the counter and dropped upon it a small measure of imported ginger ale. In five minutes the meat had parted into little pieces as though hacked by a dull knife. Is it surprising that life insurance companies hold beer drinkers to be extra-hazardous risks?—Philadelphia News.