The manufacture and sale of alcohol might've been outlawed under Prohibition, but drinking it sure wasn't. While you could procure proper liquor through illegal channels, another option lay closer to home--as in right in the bathtub, if not by other moonshine means that gave you a real (boot)leg up on the law.
Forget the cat's meow; today's slang put the ROAR in "Roaring Twenties." And it's what my character Lon Ashby guzzles from a hollowed-out cane in SEVEN FOR A SECRET, learning the hard way that this kitten's got claws!
~*~ PANTHER PISS ~*~