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Digital Library @ Villanova University
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| Series: |
The Chicago Ledger
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v. 45 no. 52
— pages 11-12 |
| Subject / Tag: |
Sketch |
| Part of: |
Chicago Ledger, v. XLV, no. 52, December 29, 1917 (Issue) |
| Author: |
Criswell, Clyde
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| Date: |
December 29, 1917 |
| First Sentence: |
"Blacker than night and hotter than hell! I see you know how to make Turkish coffee. I dare say it's delicious, for the aroma is wonderful. But if you don't mind, I'll abstain. It makes me nervous. It's-it's poison to me." |
| Last Sentence: |
"The word 'Cairo' no longer meant to me an enchanted dream--it had become a synonym of nightmare...And as for coffee--I would soonergulp molten lava. The better it is, the worse for me. If I took so much as a sip, I would hear the devil laughing: 'You're quite free--but you drank the coffee!'--and dying as he laughed!" |
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