Part 1 — A LAMENT

All, all are gone, the old familiar glasses That used to range along the fragrant bar; Gone, all are gone, and in their places Milk, Pop and Dietade its beauty mar. The Big Four now has turned to Prohibition, Anhäuser Busch no longer sells at par, Bar-maids have joined the Army of Salvation, The voice of Bryan governs from afar; All, all are gone, the old familiar glasses, Where once they glistened on the fragrant bar.