dry law

A group of Elks come in, arm-linked, and start one wondering about the enforcement of the dry law.

Then homewards wend my weary way, And read dry law books as I may, No solace will they yield.p.

To write is in my blood, although on the Huntingdon side it's only dry law books.

I am armed with patience—I am told that I have got through the worst part of my profession, the reading of dry law.