thirsty

The most interesting thing to the "chicken fanciers"—and the thirsty also—was an ice cream parlor in Morrison. Before we left […] the town ran short on all brands of beer (near, Root, etc.), and the thirsties of the crowd were reduced to the tamer pastime of eating oranges and cracking peanuts.

There is a thirsty that is not for the belly. There is a thirsty for land that belong to we."