"The young people of the north-west do not drink beer. They swim in it," declared the Rev. G. G. Wood, of Narrabri, at the Methodist conference. - News item.

"Mother, may I go in to swim?"
   "My dear, you didn't oughter.
I've heard of baths filled to the brim
   With something more than water."

"Mother, I want to learn to swim."
   "Oh, have a care, my daughter!
I fear this ultra-modern whim
   To lave in ale and porter."

"Mother!  They all go in to swim!"
   "Think of the aftermath, dear.
Well, hang your clothes on a hickory limb,
   But never drink your bath, dear."

"Den"
Sun, 4 March 1927, p7