1931 Old Waldorf Bar Days by Albert Stevens Crockett

Old Waldorf Bar Days knew how to compose, and did compose, four hundred and ninety-one different kinds of mixed drinks. Those two hundred and seventy-one varieties of what was once the great American drink, one which carried the name of our people all over the world; those over four hundred more varieties of picklers than the most ambitious American pickler of his age was ever able to advertise--and which pickled more people-deserve, if by name only, to live in history. For their nomenclature belongs to it. It is not only part of our chronicles as a nation, but an index to certain social, industrial and ar– tistic achievements of an age. Brushing aside such mythological, ornithological, eth– nological, zoological, or otherwise "logical" designations as Adonis, Bird, Bridal, Bishop Poker, Creole, Goat's Delight, Gloom Lifter and Hoptoad, which name only a few kinds of cocktails that used to be served in the old Waldorf Bar, consider just a few that betray less of fancy and originality, but perhaps more of cause of ongm. For example, take the Armour, called after a well- known Chicago patron of the establishment. Then there was a Beadleston, named after another customer who sold the Bar much of the beer he brewed, and after whom was baptized a second cocktail, the Beadleston No. 2. Speaking still alphabetically, there was a Bunyan, spelled with an "a," not an "o," and summoning up thoughts of a thirsty pilgrim's progress to a land of never-never– thirst. A "Chauncey" must have been named after the most distinguished person of that prenomen, a famous orator and wit. There is no record that its namesake was [ 102]