1931 Old Waldorf Bar Days by Albert Stevens Crockett

Bar Patterns weeks. One afternoon, Colonel Brown arrived at the hotel and, suspecting the whereabouts of his poker in– timate, sought the door of the Bar. And, sure, enough, at his favorite table, the center of a group of attentive listeners, sat Private John Allen. On the table was a bottle of Old Green River whiskey. At Allen's right was a stout man, red-faced ~nd with a tremendous mustache of a hue that matched. The other waved his hand and shouted, "Come right over, Colonel Brown!" As the newcomer approached, Private john arose. "Gentlemen," he said, ":'this is Colonel Brown, of Atlanta, Georgia. Colonel Brown, suh, I wish you to meet Majah Soandso. Majah Soandso is the represen– tative suh, of that wonderful, that potent, that seduc– tive beverage-0-1-d Gre-e-n Rivah." Colonel Brown sat and the bottle was passed around. Another was ordered and then another. Finally, Private John suggested: "Let's all go down to the Hoffman House." A few minutes later, the party lined ~p at the long bar counter of that establishment. "Gentlemen, will you indicate your preference?" Private John's voice invited. Each named his choice in turn. Finally the white-coated bartender reached the end of the line. "And yours, sir?" he said to Private John. "You may give me, suh," came the answer in a full, round voice that reverberated through the room, "some of that great liquah that is considered a boon in every well-regulated household-0-1-d Gr-e-en Rivah !" The bartender inclined his head to one side. "I beg [ 65]