But you could use this thing.

I saw people go and get glasses-full of tea out of it.
Under the smoke-dimmed lights were curious, eager, interesting faces: a pale little person with red hair I recognised instantly as an actress whom I had just seen at the Provincetown Players--a Village Theatrical Company--in a tense and terribly tragic role.

Beyond her was a white-haired man with keen eyes--a distinguished writer and socialist.

A shabby poet announced to the sympathetic that he had sold something after two years of work.

Immediately they set about making a real fiesta of the unusual occasion.