"Before World War II, city kids used to bring covered buckets of draft beer from a local bar or brewery to workers at lunchtime or to their parents at dinnertime, a practice called "rushing the growler."


to finish the poem: ( can't remember when I learned this)

"There was a little man
And he had little can,
And he used to 'rush the growler'...
He go to the saloon
On a Sunday afternoon,
And you ought to hear the bartender holler..
"No more booze, no more booze,
No more booze on Sunday!
No more booze, no more booze-
You got to get your can filled Monday."