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Not A Sale, Merely A Donation. How Old Is Medical Marijuana Culture In America?


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the answer, of course is at least from the 1900s!

 

it is interesting to go back in time and see that history does indeed repeat itself.

 

have you refused a sale of "indian hemp" , but accepted some donation for your time?

 

http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn86063756/1909-11-09/ed-1/seq-3/#date1=1836&index=1&rows=20&words=hemp+Indian

 

THE EXPECTANT HAND.

No Charga Made, But a Present of Money Not Refused.

 

In recording an illnes of his grand*

lather, Gas. John Watts De Peyster

tehs an amusing story In connection

with Indian hemp. It is printed in his

biography by Mr. Frank Allaben.

 

Indian hemp was recommended as

* remedy during my grandfather's ill

ness, but where to get it was the

question. Finally some one said it

"was grown in the garden of old Mr.

Henry Brevoort, who owned a large

plot on the east side of Broadway, ex

tendiLg through to the Bowery above

Tenth street Grace Church stands on

part of this ground.

 

Doctor Bibby gave me some money,

told me to jump into his gig. drive up

to Brevoort's old low-storied cottage

house on the Bowery, and tell the

owner that I wanted some Indian

'hemp for my grandfather, John Watts.

1 was to use diplomacy if necessary,

iut not to return without it

 

I trotted along briskJy, roused Mr.

Brevoort. from a nap. stated my case,

found no demur, and got the Indian

hemp, which he dug up with his own

hands.

"How much am I to pay?" I ques

tioned.

"I never sells it," Mr. Brevoort re

plied, "because if I takes money for

Indian hemp, it weakens the vartoo."

 

I stated that I was ordered to pay,

end we discussed the matter, walking

-across the garden toward the gig,

which I had left on Broadway.

 

I had made up my mind that I had

met with a disinterested Christian,

had replaced the money In my pocket,

and had my foot on the gig step, when

 

1 felt a brawny, sunburnt freckled

hand restraining me, and heard these

words whispered in my ear: "I never

sells Indian hemp, for that weakens

the vartoo, but if I gives it, I never

refuses a present"

 

I extricated the money confided to

nie, placed it in the expectant hand,

hurried home and related my story.

and I have heard it laughed over

.many times.

i think "vartoo" is "virtue"... this author thinks the same:

http://www.nikolasschiller.com/blog/index.php/archives/2010/08/28/6960/

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