20 Our Beerman. By Krausz, Sigmund

Rattling down the streets comes a covered wagon, driven by “our beerman,“ a burly fellow whose jolly countenance betrays him as a native of the “Fatherland.“

Here and there he stops his team, drags a box out of his vehicle, and as he rings the basement bell of a residence, or knocks at the front door of a cottage, he looks all “pizness.“

And it is a good business “our beerman“ is doing, for the cosmopolitan population of American cities has in latter years increased at an immense rate, and there are thousands of families, foreign and native, who receive their weekly supply of bottled “Hofbraü,” “Edelweiss” or “Zacherl.”

With the advent of beer the reign of whisky is doomed, for it is an established fact that there is less drunkenness and depravity among beer-drinking nations than among those whose favorite liquid is of a more alcoholic quality, and for this reason “our beerman” will prosper, for in the same proportion as his business increases the frequenting of saloons and whisky-drinking must decrease.

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