Somehow I Always Like To Think Of Georgeade As A Summer Drink, Sparkling And Cool, With Just A Tang Of Pleasant Effervescent Slang; A Wholesome Tonic, Without Question, And Cure For Moral Indigestion. In Summer-Time, Beneath The Shade, We Find Refreshment In Georgeade. And 'Mid The Scorching City'S Roar We Drink Him Up And Call For More. I Often Wonder What The "Trade" Buys Half So Precious As Georgeade.
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