FROM COCKTAILS TO PORT
... FROM COCKTAILS TO POET By the Shaker. THE junior clerk came to business one Monday morning with a perfect black eye which had just reached the decorative stage of taking on a few delicate shades of blue and green. Good Lord! muttered the cashier, how did you pick that up. Brown? I must have been born unlucky, Brown explained dolorously. I was watching the test-match at the Oval on ...