PROHIBITION

It was night. The men were crouched low in the 1920's Grist Craft. The boat bobbed softly in the water off the north shore of Nantucket island, Mass. The men wore tight gabardine suits and wide brimmed caps pulled down across their eyes and the boat smelled of gasoline and scotch. Then they saw the signal.

"Give her the gas, Eddie."

The boat pulled up to shore & the man there helped to get it up from the water. Then the men unloaded the cases of whiskey from Canada. There were many summer people on the island. It was prohibition and the men were taking the liquor from the boat and putting it on the sand. Nantucket is a great whaling port. Sailors are notorious drunks. Jonah the Whale spouted & asked the men what were they doing.

"It's O.K.," whispered the liaison man. "They're criminals."

"Well, all right," said the Whale, sinking dark beneath sea.

Afterwards the men dragged the cases of whiskey up to a small shack on shore. They sat around the wooden table and lit a candle and opened a bottle of whiskey and passed it around.

"It's good," said one of the men.

"It's from Canada. That stuff's always good."

"I couldn't take any more rot gut," said one of the men.

"That rot gut will kill you all right."

Suddenly the door in the little cabin opened. The men thought it was the wind at first and then they saw that it was Sam Wilson. Sam Wilson opened his kit and gave the men a shot of Dristan. He injected it under their arms. Then he called in the elephant.

"Prohibition, eh?" said the elephant picking up the bottle of scotch with his trunk and performing some amazing tricks.