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Today’s blog is an attempt to create a brief biography about the man who wrote the book. In the future, I plan to address the book itself.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Bruce Upton Henderson stated in a passport application that he was born in Penn Station, Pennsylvania, 21 May 1894.&nbsp; His work history starts early.&nbsp; By the age of 16 he was a helper in a glass factory. At age 20, in 1914, he enlisted in the United States Marines and soon reported for duty at Pearl Harbor.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A model Marine, Private Henderson became Orderly to Commandant of Station, Pearl Harbor in 1917.&nbsp; His enlistment lasted until September 1918, and he could definitely be considered lucky, having spent the Great War largely at Pearl Harbor, Territory of Hawaii.&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Following the war, Henderson spent two years doing odd jobs, including pipefitting, in the Honolulu shipyard.&nbsp; Henderson re-enlisted in the Marines in 1921.&nbsp; That August, Corporal Henderson applied for a passport for the purpose of a “pleasure” trip to Japan, planning to return in “6 months.”&nbsp; Anyone with military experience will find this unusual for newly enlisted Marine Corporal. In his passport application, he states he is a resident of Honolulu and describes his occupation as “Soldier.”&nbsp; Bruce is 5’6” tall, black hair, dark brown eyes and has a scar on his right cheek.&nbsp; Best of all, we have a passport photo. It shows a smiling young man with his curly hair cut “high and tight” looking very much like a Marine.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWpB5DlGWbiOvfUzE9tGlNjq5Vvfr9z7vuDx_uINFqOSKf97FGMGiITTf1b7_oBb-zmj0ffh8AKLyORnlqcU5Pawjhd1hnDoonRE-gPu_qoM45ZlZn724RJtxGte3f2MfDUL4n5iTFUERKFJVfM-OAKJbQN6eVQ05ANBBXPjTUGhfeNio58hp2grIfw/s763/BUHenderson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="760" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWpB5DlGWbiOvfUzE9tGlNjq5Vvfr9z7vuDx_uINFqOSKf97FGMGiITTf1b7_oBb-zmj0ffh8AKLyORnlqcU5Pawjhd1hnDoonRE-gPu_qoM45ZlZn724RJtxGte3f2MfDUL4n5iTFUERKFJVfM-OAKJbQN6eVQ05ANBBXPjTUGhfeNio58hp2grIfw/w192-h193/BUHenderson.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bruce Upton Henderson, Passport Photo 1921</i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">On 29 August 1921 he departed on the S.S. Shinyo Maru to Yokohama, Japan. For WWII history buffs, this is not the hell ship of P.O.W.’s sunk off the Philippines in 1944, but rather an earlier Japanese ocean liner with a capacity of 275 first class, 75 second class and 800 steerage. What Henderson did in Japan and where he got the funds to do it, remains a mystery.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Muster reports show Corporal Bruce U. Henderson being transferred from Mare Island, California back to Marine Barracks, Pearl Harbor, Territory of Hawaii in July 1922, then being sent to Guam in December assigned to the 42nd Company, where he re-qualifies as Expert Rifleman and Expert Pistol and made rifle range instructor. While in Guam, an illness outbreak places Henderson and many other marines in quarantine.&nbsp; Returning to Pearl Harbor in 1923 where he continues as rifle range instructor, now Sgt. Henderson is awarded the Good Conduct Medal and his character is described as “excellent.”&nbsp; In 1924 Henderson re-enlists, becomes detached to the fleet rifle team at Ft. Shafter, Hawaii and travels, in August 1925, on the U.S.S. Seattle with the team to Melbourne, Australia and Wellington, New Zealand.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavXGaeXytL1d4E1KGVWRb4NRbZdpzbD8VEFjUiOjPhiS1lCe49-35luZZEFSBEGmZRHEF_xrJFAnNUW9UgnsC3bIRdwEMoz8lvBukYBcemSMwOum3OzM6xPQYvy-J1fH-YItWtg-JSR6BvYzVV8348_XAd1ExmAt_xKPXmpUAiYCpsXYmXcwrH2mVew/s1199/USS_Seattle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="710" data-original-width="1199" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavXGaeXytL1d4E1KGVWRb4NRbZdpzbD8VEFjUiOjPhiS1lCe49-35luZZEFSBEGmZRHEF_xrJFAnNUW9UgnsC3bIRdwEMoz8lvBukYBcemSMwOum3OzM6xPQYvy-J1fH-YItWtg-JSR6BvYzVV8348_XAd1ExmAt_xKPXmpUAiYCpsXYmXcwrH2mVew/s320/USS_Seattle.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">At this point in his career things start to get bumpy. Muster reports show that Henderson in October 1925 was AOL, Absent On Leave, and that he “self-surrendered” as straggler after missing the sailing of the U.S.S. Seattle. This landed him in the Navy brig in New York, NY awaiting trial. He was given a General Court Martial in January 1926.&nbsp; The official findings were “Absence from station and duty after leave expired” and sentenced to be "reduced to rank of Private and to be confined for six months, and then to be discharged from the United States Naval Service with a bad-conduct discharge.”&nbsp; Henderson’s previous good service soon got him an amended sentence. According to official records, “the department, on February 1 1926, remitted the Bad Conduct Discharge, provided that he during confinement for a period of six (6) months thereafter conducts himself as such a manner as, in the opinion of his Commanding Officer, warrants his retention in the service."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">In May 1926, now Private Henderson was “Released from confinement and restored to duty” and granted 20 days furlough then report to Marine Barracks San Diego.&nbsp; That October, he was assigned to the 28th MG &amp; Howitzer Co., 2nd Bn, 4th Regiment Western Mail Guards, part of the Marine Corps famous U.S. Mail Guards whose duty was to protect the mail at a time when it was a target for gangsters. Per Secretary of the Navy Edwin Denby:</span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: center;"></b></p><blockquote><b style="text-align: center;">“When our Corps goes in as guards over the Mail, that Mail must be delivered or there must be a Marine dead at the post of duty."</b></blockquote><p></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Soon deciding to move on, Henderson was Honorably Discharged in December 1926 and spends the next several years doing a variety of jobs including pipe fitter in Hawaii, as a salesperson, a police officer and, by 1942, a shipyard worker in California.&nbsp; In 1943, Henderson enlists once again, but in the U.S. Navy.&nbsp; He is assigned to the U.S.S. Griffin, a submarine tender, as a Petty Officer 3rd class SK3C.&nbsp; In modern Navy terms, a logistics specialist. Shortly thereafter, he became a Chief Specialist, Shore Patrol and Security, a Master-At-Arms.&nbsp; With the end of WWII, Henderson returns to Hawaii and marries his wife, Ruby, a former Navy employee, in 1947 in Kaimuki.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">It is easy to see why Bruce Upton Henderson dedicated Pop’s Master Mixer to his “buddies” of both World Wars.&nbsp; He certainly spent most of his adult life with, and around, those who served.&nbsp; As to the moniker “Pop,” that too is an easy one.&nbsp; By the time he enlisted for the third time, Henderson was 49 years old. Easily the geezer in any gathering of war-time seamen.&nbsp;</span></p><p>I<span style="font-family: georgia;">t is likely that Henderson had a comprehensive knowledge of bars in Honolulu between 1914 and 1950, and the libations offered, I could find no record of his actually working behind a bar, other than his stating so in <i>Pop's Master Mixer</i>&nbsp;and he was a member of the Reno, Nevada bartenders local. I did find that a fellow naval yard employee, Charles Rousseau, in whose home Henderson’s marriage was hosted, had in fact worked as a bartender in several Honolulu bars.&nbsp; This certainly would have afforded Henderson a friend that may have provided him opportunity to work as a bartender during the period between military enlistments.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOcV4D2xscZhSRlZs5zjUVPCCl8_QqRsp_7YxACBF3UupdxDaziIlI3zuKvwPSUjWkKBasRqQzFCfbKABwE5kz3esnW5PWGDQrFoY-__QmP5-6C7typ3I3T_jkCuIs4S8kVUXxOTPnZJRDVfEJzjefmqoZS34T51zDp5hcQf8taHXiVLO0kZAVm8Gcg/s1075/ChasRousseau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1046" data-original-width="1075" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOcV4D2xscZhSRlZs5zjUVPCCl8_QqRsp_7YxACBF3UupdxDaziIlI3zuKvwPSUjWkKBasRqQzFCfbKABwE5kz3esnW5PWGDQrFoY-__QmP5-6C7typ3I3T_jkCuIs4S8kVUXxOTPnZJRDVfEJzjefmqoZS34T51zDp5hcQf8taHXiVLO0kZAVm8Gcg/w208-h202/ChasRousseau.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">C<i>harles Rousseau, Veteran's Club, Oahu</i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">After writing <i>Pops Master Mixer</i>, Bruce Upton Henderson fades from the records. His final home was in Phoenix, Arizona where he passed away on 14 December 1965 at the age of 73.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-bBRlg1fxSscsIr6beEwp6snVvPcKYWFGFZxBg7gUSdd8fOrvX5RkdIjkzFHZEXzG9tURduW5evl3XtYRAlEMhvEmB4lx1_vdfg2H5EesXCod419yruTG2QXUvawcUng3nA0JHFk7AAMbp25Onv4REV5OrnbGNZuFX77H1uiz4yc3VsE7Pk-7hDnFw/s228/BUHmarker.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="137" data-original-width="228" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-bBRlg1fxSscsIr6beEwp6snVvPcKYWFGFZxBg7gUSdd8fOrvX5RkdIjkzFHZEXzG9tURduW5evl3XtYRAlEMhvEmB4lx1_vdfg2H5EesXCod419yruTG2QXUvawcUng3nA0JHFk7AAMbp25Onv4REV5OrnbGNZuFX77H1uiz4yc3VsE7Pk-7hDnFw/s1600/BUHmarker.png" width="228" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthewaterwagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8875416315114944020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/688387386073661324/8875416315114944020?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688387386073661324/posts/default/8875416315114944020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688387386073661324/posts/default/8875416315114944020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthewaterwagon.blogspot.com/2022/10/whats-in-name-pop-henderson-author-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Madera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186590484206011202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mM-6ob8i_h4YG0hdc_4NLXCwtEYmRQa-etIbYGbVAo3plubMFUZPgOPkoTUGpUmnKxJXJSw4y-fM1q_rZp_BZ53eQe7PBsQ_lQvYCIlGDFTrfid2MgqbaFDTbcWS0qRbY77ixu-9qk5_KSHqfvo_1ryVyXZAwL3sEp4XecKqgMyvFdiSfDtD0cov3g/s72-w159-h200-c/PopsMasterMixer.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688387386073661324.post-3993578089142768344</id><published>2021-03-28T04:00:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2021-03-29T21:18:29.341-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apple jack"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cocktails"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="libation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mixed drinks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mixology"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saloon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tall drinks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whiskey"/><title type='text'>Head Barkeeper’s Drink List 1911 A Window into a Pre-Prohibition Hotel Bar</title><content type='html'><p>&nbsp;</p><p align="center" class="MsoTitleCxSpFirst" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></p>
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something to do around the house and not really wanting to do anything, I was
sorting books and came across an envelope with a piece of pre-Prohibition mixology
ephemera I had purchased on a whim and then forgotten. Thinking it would be
better to mount it on an acid free board and mat rather than leaving it in a
battered envelope, it became that day’s task, giving me a chance to use some of
my left-over supplies from when photography had been a hobby.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">The roughly
11.25”x17.5” poster’s letterhead reads “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mack Latz, Hotel Alamac, Atlantic City, 1911</i></b>”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86W-nN3zW0a3mPijl59cnio8BqjbFt3NTgaWXyOvSd9Z1QGRnrwCvkMKAY5VCwXck1m0g3cayYteXGVJjlPmPRFfMboJCZW71FEEaxKrXK7Z6O-ehRrTwyD8hLxkvIR3XivNZj8GxMxy8/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="281" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86W-nN3zW0a3mPijl59cnio8BqjbFt3NTgaWXyOvSd9Z1QGRnrwCvkMKAY5VCwXck1m0g3cayYteXGVJjlPmPRFfMboJCZW71FEEaxKrXK7Z6O-ehRrTwyD8hLxkvIR3XivNZj8GxMxy8/w237-h154/image.png" width="237" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">In the advertising
of the day, the popular Hotel Alamac, in Atlantic City, was&nbsp;“</span><em>Plumb
on the Boardwalk</em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">”
and claimed to be the only hotel with its own pier. The hotels name came from
combining the first names of the couple who owned it, Mack and Allah Latz.&nbsp; According to a ladies magazine article of the
period Allah, Mack’s wife, managed the hotel. Since Mack was regarded as a
respected businessman, it seems likely he would have been something equivalent
to a CEO.</span></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Beneath the
letterhead, the document is titled “<b><i>Head Barkeeper’s Drink List</i></b>” with
the admonition “</span><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,serif;">To
be posted at back of bar</span></em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">.”&nbsp; The poster
is printed on a lightweight paper, showing its age with small tears, chips and
staining.&nbsp; Intended as an aid for hotel
barkeeps, there are short, specific instructions for the preparation and
serving of 88 libations listed in alphabetical order.&nbsp; The drinks are all old standards with the exception
of the “<b>Alamac Special</b>,” a drink seemingly
absent from bar books I could consult.&nbsp; A
similar drink in cocktail form appears in Meier’s 1936 </span><span class="MsoBookTitle"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,serif;"><b><i>Artistry of
Mixing Drinks</i></b></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b><i>
</i></b>as the <b>Maple Leaf</b>.&nbsp; Today’s Apple Jack Sour is very similar to the original Almanac Special.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nwQOMy1eyDgRy08qkc9C1KOtm-UKZ9xCM6uDAnxbtZzb_jBSVE9_NJKeL0YRtWehtT22pJpvs5K92F0zQ2EtKpJhv4nibVch2hRA4ogYUJ5Y7etynenHn1yc0KcMJ0mbGhdw5-uw0SVu/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="76" data-original-width="323" height="75" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nwQOMy1eyDgRy08qkc9C1KOtm-UKZ9xCM6uDAnxbtZzb_jBSVE9_NJKeL0YRtWehtT22pJpvs5K92F0zQ2EtKpJhv4nibVch2hRA4ogYUJ5Y7etynenHn1yc0KcMJ0mbGhdw5-uw0SVu/" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Prices are absent
and the print size small, making it unlikely bar patrons would be able to read
it.&nbsp; At the end of the list there are house rules including <i>“</i></span><span class="QuoteChar"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Ladies may not stand at the Bar</i></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i>”</i> and that <i>“</i></span><i><span class="QuoteChar"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Drinks must not be given or sold
to anyone on the Jag List</span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">”.</span></i></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">While keeping
ladies from standing at the bar is amusing, though not surprising considering
the era, the “Jag list” is worthy of note. At first, I assumed it was the
drunkard equivalent of the unofficial list we kept in the Emergency Room, many pre-politically
correct years ago, of drug seeking “frequent flyers.”</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not so, it was much more complicated than
that.</span></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">According to the </span><span class="MsoBookTitle"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,serif;"><i><b>American
Dictionary and Cyclopedia</b></i></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"> of 1896</span><span class="QuoteChar"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Arial Unicode MS&quot;;">,</span></span></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; margin-left: 0.5in; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">“To have a jag on” was slang for “being in a
state of partial intoxication: the idea being that when a man is fully
intoxicated he has a </span><b style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">load</b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">, but that
when he is only partly intoxicated he has on only a </span><b style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">jag</b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">.”</span></i></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">By the early
1900’s there are mentions of mayors, judges and others having jag lists of &nbsp;“<i>those
to whom liquor may not be sold.</i>” These were not merely unofficial lists. They
were required by laws responding to drunkenness. For example, a </span><span class="MsoBookTitle"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,serif;"><b><i>New York
Times</i></b></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">
article of 1915, said that East Orange, New Jersey</span></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoQuote" style="border: none; text-align: left;"><i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>“…is going to have a jag list.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Men who are addicted to drink and are
constantly giving their families and police trouble, are to have their names pasted
up on all licensed liquor places, and the owners and their employees are to be
instructed to refuse them drink of any kind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;
</span>In the event of their failure to comply with this command they will be
subject to a fine.” </i></p></blockquote><p class="MsoQuote" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Other
jurisdictions went even further by pulling and refusing liquor licenses to
establishments that failed to meet “jag list” laws.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">In Hazelton, Pennsylvania it was reported
that</span></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoQuote" style="border: none; text-align: left;"><i>“Liquor
dealers asked that the city furnish them with photographs of those in the habit
of “taking a wee drop too much,” on the “jag list” in other words, so that they
may recognize them, and help in stopping the practice.”</i></p></blockquote><p class="MsoQuote" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS5sUjhCB347U1B_0K3YAWA4jAvIIOFIAUblTQmQuhwo73FIQPKqxYPK9a7DZG2Wr2sbbRekhzQuuYjydVvcTp_G4JPNn20MsVyBOqRLdIZe6cshfIiHZwhpbfT7AW0tWOn2vDetvwEXmp/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="207" data-original-width="177" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS5sUjhCB347U1B_0K3YAWA4jAvIIOFIAUblTQmQuhwo73FIQPKqxYPK9a7DZG2Wr2sbbRekhzQuuYjydVvcTp_G4JPNn20MsVyBOqRLdIZe6cshfIiHZwhpbfT7AW0tWOn2vDetvwEXmp/w205-h262/image.png" width="205" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">The house rules in
the Head Barkeeper’s Drink List also specify the bars operating hours, which
must<br /> have been regulated by Atlantic City codes. It states <i>“</i></span><span class="QuoteChar"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Bar doors must be closed at
11:50 Saturday night.&nbsp; Bar lights out at
12 sharp.&nbsp; Bar opens Sunday night 12
o’clock for one hour.</i></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i>”</i> That one hour between 2400 and 0100 must certainly have
been interesting.</span><p></p>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">I have searched
for copies of this poster and cannot find any other examples. </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Alas, it seems unique, leaving one other
question, the date of actual publication. The printing information in the
bottom right corner is chipped and reads</span></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="Body" style="border: none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, serif;"><i>“This list reprinted November 8, 19
(paper missing) by Milton Latz, Knife and Fork Inn, Atlantic and Pacific Aves.,
Atlantic City, N (paper missing) 25 Cents a Copy.</i></span></p></blockquote>
<p class="Body" style="border: none; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;<br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Knife &amp;
Fork Inn, in addition to having been a popular restaurant, had also been a
speak-easy during Prohibition. After being raided and its liquor supplies
confiscated, it was taken over in 1927 by Milton Latz, Mack Latz’s brother. Since
Latz ownership of the inn dates to 1927, this document would appear to be a Prohibition
era souvenir tribute to the “Good Old Days” printed in the late 1920’s or early
1930’s.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">In any case, it is still a window
into a pre-Prohibition hotel bar.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFtoMqmILnWU5BHecTFux4AlzFSfvMIBQOucFweO8OJxHV224dgY2Jzug35B41i7lscFtN8p7jfzRp6yytY0jowz6zqes2RQ8nPPY8EccaPoelwuagQahhEBAKb4SVKDTDy-6D7W5RGPU/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="246" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFtoMqmILnWU5BHecTFux4AlzFSfvMIBQOucFweO8OJxHV224dgY2Jzug35B41i7lscFtN8p7jfzRp6yytY0jowz6zqes2RQ8nPPY8EccaPoelwuagQahhEBAKb4SVKDTDy-6D7W5RGPU/w234-h141/image.png" width="234" /></a></div><p></p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthewaterwagon.blogspot.com/feeds/3993578089142768344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/688387386073661324/3993578089142768344?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688387386073661324/posts/default/3993578089142768344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/688387386073661324/posts/default/3993578089142768344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthewaterwagon.blogspot.com/2021/03/headbarkeepers-drink-list-1911-window.html' title='Head Barkeeper’s Drink List 1911 A Window into a Pre-Prohibition Hotel Bar'/><author><name>Carlos Madera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186590484206011202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YRugQizMovHbYjIvuDouueXmSvy9qOjaaOEw52NaEJNi8gz81EOLo1rTa21P94arWHuSIpncTwEuQ4l3YMDND8ZeROn9o41m5t4-78lshgJBsOADkJ94ZZZ0CdIlYqVLFph8xERAafrC/s72-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-688387386073661324.post-9084566807878838781</id><published>2015-02-07T22:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2021-03-28T17:03:23.529-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Absinthe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Angostura"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belly dance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cocktail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lexicon der Getranke"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Egypt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Schonfeld"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sherry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vermouth"/><title type='text'>Little Egypt - Legacy and Libation</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQ-i5_woN_K0lnRxsu_fKWFS-0XhyphenhyphenlmleEwlH6Lm7UnBgiQdCKpxmtQ7R8-Yfm658_2e-V9oFTb1CCKE3buUB7a9XdBrKqubnGiB1ekDshY3lxlDec5vA56MHR-wM3937GSGMil3J499l/s1600/LilEgyptFarheda.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQ-i5_woN_K0lnRxsu_fKWFS-0XhyphenhyphenlmleEwlH6Lm7UnBgiQdCKpxmtQ7R8-Yfm658_2e-V9oFTb1CCKE3buUB7a9XdBrKqubnGiB1ekDshY3lxlDec5vA56MHR-wM3937GSGMil3J499l/s1600/LilEgyptFarheda.JPG" width="189" /></a><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Farheda Mazar Spyropoulos, danced as Fatima "the Seventh Daughter of the Seventh Daughter," or simply "Little Egypt" in the <i>Streets of Cairo</i> exhibit at the Worlds Columbian Exposition of 1893. &nbsp;Farheda wriggled her way into American culture, introducing the shocking "hoochie-coochie," "shimmy dance," or "shiver dance."</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">An elderly gentleman in the 1970's who purportedly saw her 1893 performance, stated that "<i>She was something</i>." &nbsp;"<i>She wasn't beautiful, but she was attractive and her costume was revealing. She was accompanied by high pitched reed instruments. &nbsp;I remember she put her hands over her eyes with her elbows extended outwards, then she wiggled and wiggled.</i>" He went on to say that he saw her perform four times. &nbsp;While there is no detailed record of the authenticity of her dance, there was a song spoofing her, entitled <i>She Never Saw the Streets of Cairo</i> (1893). &nbsp;This was not entirely correct as Farheda was indeed born in Cairo, Egypt.</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">The male public could not get enough of Little Egypt's' rendition of the "<i>danse du ventre</i>", or "belly dance." &nbsp;In 1896, New York's <i>Tammany Times</i> announced that "<i>Little Egypt will have a new dance she promises will be startling</i>" to be performed at the Olympia Music Hall burlesque. &nbsp;The Olympia was a first class venue. &nbsp;With seating for 3800, it was later to become the original venue of the Ziegfeld Follies.&nbsp;</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Memories of Farheda's performance were slow to fade. &nbsp;Forty years later, an article in a 1933 <i>Time</i> magazine, observed that "<i>Yokels gaped and the nation's bustled churchwomen bawled righteous indignation when Little Egypt undulated her brown, pneumatic belly at Chicago in 1893</i>." &nbsp;Alas, our memories play us false. &nbsp;Things are never quite as wonderful as we like to imagine them. &nbsp;If the existing photo of Farheda is any indicator, the only skin exposed was forearms and ankles. &nbsp;The torso was hidden under a light blouse, and the legs by a skirt that would have done a Flamenco dancer proud.</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxtD8z_wsWj3F-FDTgqtNTsqbDsYivfBIKdL6G1JdWfD1YxIPylFfm-W0sVsq101T4okEq9vTuniDE9P0nJXruHr7_MvLNQMKA4E_q_gc9u3RO2m_8gVfItdjWbj3g6hWOfphezrmd1zS/s1600/ScribnersEgypt1903use.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxtD8z_wsWj3F-FDTgqtNTsqbDsYivfBIKdL6G1JdWfD1YxIPylFfm-W0sVsq101T4okEq9vTuniDE9P0nJXruHr7_MvLNQMKA4E_q_gc9u3RO2m_8gVfItdjWbj3g6hWOfphezrmd1zS/s1600/ScribnersEgypt1903use.jpg" width="221" /></a><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><br /></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEine7T-Z9jLfs_ztT7V2goIRmGb3oYTwfPSj1bkNdhT7w-G8lkd_r-nYJZyc_Ci-dENGO-yZJ8CGjwbfBqDP9uwwULoRkKvdUYSloIktdOYGiXGcSgwrxr8U9ziT2E3GFJe1lsuz5PBo0ch/s1600/ScribnersEgypt1903.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Hucksters and carnies knew a good thing when they saw it. &nbsp;By 1903, performances by a "Little Egypt" could be found everywhere. &nbsp;For the price one thin dime, or sometimes a quarter, rubes were able to ogle "hoochie-coochie" dancers using her stage name at many a county fair, traveling carnival, and "burly-q" in the U.S. &nbsp;This was just the start of a long of line of dancers and strippers performing as "Little Egypt" well into the 1950's.</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">The "Little Egypt" moniker was also used in advertising. &nbsp;<i>Little Egypt</i> and the <i>Shimmy</i> were found in a line of popular spinner and bacon rind fishing lures, and her image was used to sell cigarettes.</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">In 1901 there was a prize angus cow named "Little Egypt" and, in 1906, a registered Poland-China pig. &nbsp;There were also at least three "Little Egypt" mining operations in the United States.&nbsp;</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">A comedy,&nbsp;<i>Little Egypt Malone,</i> was filmed in 1915. &nbsp;The plot sounds as if it was a 1930's "Our Gang" script. &nbsp;A group of boys buy a tent and signage used by a performer billing herself as "Little Egypt" and &nbsp;then, predictably, put on a show. &nbsp;Money rolls in, neighborhood women become outraged at the lewd performance, followed by men getting angry when they find out the performer is a boy in drag and, like all good slapsticks, things end with everyone having a good laugh.&nbsp;</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Today, there is a craft beer named Little Egypt. From the logo, I imagine the brewers were thinking of Rhonda Fleming rather than the original performer. &nbsp;Farheda would make a poor pin-up by modern standards. (I have not been able to sample the beer here in the desert southwest but, if someone would like to ship a case from Illinois, I will heartily thank them and treat them to a cerveza and free Mexican dinner at <i>Andele</i>, if they ever pass this way.)</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">What is remarkable, is to see the legacy of that performance in the "Gay Nineties" starting its second hundred years.</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">When Farheda died on April 5, 1937, the widely used boiler-plate newspaper obituary read:</span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">"<b>First Little Egypt of 1893 Fair Dies</b> - Chicago - <i>Little Egypt, first exponent of the muscle dance which shocked patrons of the Worlds Columbian Exposition in 1893 and gained her sensational publicity, died today. &nbsp;The wife of a Greek restaurant owner, she died in the house to which she came as a bride 24 years ago. &nbsp;Her married name was Mrs. Farheda Spyropoulos."</i></span><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Like Farheda Spyropoulos, the original Little Egypt, there is a cocktail by that name that is largely forgotten. &nbsp;Actually there are two, however the version I prefer comes from the German<b> <i>Lexicon der Getranke</i></b> (1913) by Schonfeld.</span><br />
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While I will offer up a few drinks at the
end, with the holidays upon us and many looking to find just the
"right" gift for spouses, family members, significant others and
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<span lang="EN-GB">Black Friday and Cyber Monday have passed
and, in fits of conspicuous consumption, the American public has spent money it
does not have, for gifts. These gifts will likely be forgotten in the next year
or two, perhaps sooner.&nbsp; For those giving
gift cards or cash, the gesture so appreciated when received, will almost
certainly forgotten as soon converted into goods.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Looking back at over 60 Christmases it is
amazing how few gifts are easily remembered, still fewer that call forth
memories, and costliness is not a factor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I have received the requisite numbers of
ties, robes, slippers, and sweaters, though I remember none specifically.&nbsp; Predictably, there have been cash and gift
cards though I cannot remember exactly what was purchased with them.&nbsp; Wait!&nbsp;
As I write, I&nbsp; recall that one
Christmas, the monetary gift from my parents went to buy a new steering wheel
for the jeep I wrote of in an earlier blog.&nbsp;
I really wanted that steering wheel as the old one was badly cracked and
worn.&nbsp; Of the gifts I do recall, almost
all are from my childhood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The first, best, and probably longest
played with, was a trio (that's right, not just one, but three!) Structo Army
trucks. Typical of the 1950's, they were heavy, olive drab painted steel.&nbsp; Sporting a star on the roof, one had a battery-operated
searchlight, the other a missile launcher.&nbsp;
I played with them years after the searchlight lens, the missile
launcher broken, and the transport cover gone AWOL.&nbsp; In fact, they were still in my old G.I.
footlocker/toy box that Dad
disposed of when I was away in college.&nbsp;
I can purchase the set pictured, and relive my childhood, for a mere
$900.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMIjxFqhBg5m77-MzhTrExRlsCmO_9U71lwX34Drsp4gyLevfibVBos_K8PCUTfTJOEu1FmZjGSceJRAWDSgwPqCdjcwBfm1T9wIvZmPv_IbABu5esaJSrthEPlQD-ZM7KUtPRL61s1Nl/s1600/15DaisyPump.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMIjxFqhBg5m77-MzhTrExRlsCmO_9U71lwX34Drsp4gyLevfibVBos_K8PCUTfTJOEu1FmZjGSceJRAWDSgwPqCdjcwBfm1T9wIvZmPv_IbABu5esaJSrthEPlQD-ZM7KUtPRL61s1Nl/s1600/15DaisyPump.JPG" width="154" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">The spiritual low in Christmas gifts
received had to be about Christmas of 1959 or 1960.&nbsp; This was rock bottom disappointing.&nbsp; Much more so than my getting a Daisy pump BB
gun when my friends all had lever actions.&nbsp;
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<span lang="EN-GB">Picture a time when the ultimate Christmas
reference for toys was the Sears &amp; Roebuck catalog, Westerns reigned
supreme in the movies and on television, and children actually went out of
doors to play Cowboys and Indians.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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brightly colored injection molded plastic. A&nbsp;
timbered cavalry fort with soldiers, cowboys, Indians, horses...I can
still see that catalog page today.&nbsp; Come
Christmas morn, gifts under the tree, the smell of cocoa, what was in
store---toy soldiers, model planes, Fort Apache?&nbsp; No. It was <i>Eskimo Village</i>, a predecessor of
the <i>Arctic Explorer</i> play set pictured above.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">At that time, I was all about shoot ‘em up military
and cowboy stuff.&nbsp; An Eskimo
Village?&nbsp;&nbsp; Dad must have lost his mind or waited until
there was nothing left to buy, or grabbed the first toy that came to hand.&nbsp; He was in the army.&nbsp; Why in God’s green earth would he pick Eskimo
Village?&nbsp; The box held igloos, sleds,
dogs, walrus, polar bear, Inuits etc.&nbsp;
All foreign to my interests and world view - and such a
disappointment.&nbsp; It snowed that Christmas
and I had a go at playing desultorily with the Village outside.&nbsp; Later, on occasion, playing with my electric
train, I would drag out the Eskimo Village and its minions.&nbsp; Somehow, the Eskimo Village just did not feel
right alongside my Lionel, my green Army men and those beloved Army trucks. The
icons of the frozen North were soon relegated to the bottom of that old footlocker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The last memorable gift was the Christmas of 1965
in Camp Drum, New York.&nbsp; I had moved on
to fishing, spending time in the woods, and wanting to hunt.&nbsp; My parents gave me a shotgun. Now this was
not an extravagant gift.&nbsp; Not a
Winchester, or even a Remington, it was a well-used Mossberg 12 gauge bolt-action
shotgun with an adjustable choke.&nbsp; It was
about as close to the "bottom of the line" as you can get without
being indecent in quality.&nbsp; Never mind
that.&nbsp; I took a good number of rabbits
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<span lang="EN-GB">As parents, my wife and I have managed to
be spectacular failures in gift giving. We have heard more than once from our
children that they never got what they wanted. Oh well.&nbsp; As they say, "Life sucks, then you
die."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">As we mature (though many never do) gift
giving and receiving becomes secondary to spending time with loved ones or, in
my case, seeking a quiet corner away from loved ones.&nbsp; My wife
and I seldom give each other gifts anymore, preferring to get what we want,
when we want it.&nbsp; Perhaps that is best
since there is never disappointment.&nbsp;
Like all things in life, this also has a downside; you also lose the
chance to cultivate those memories of gifts - good, bad, or indifferent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Book,</b></i>&nbsp;by the Peter Pauper Press, 1951.&nbsp;
This book can be found, in its original box, for under $10 today.&nbsp; It would make a cute stocking-stuffer for
someone enjoying 1950's tchotchke's and some simple drinks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mossberg, does its job. A no frills, no fuss, way to warm up on a cold winter
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morning after, has to be the "Eskimo Village" of cocktails.&nbsp; While I would gladly take eggnog or almost
any other drink utilizing raw egg, the <i>Nose
Dive Cocktail</i> would be far from my thoughts - and yes, I made one and
quaffed it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Today’s offering is a few mixed drinks
named for women.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you find one to your liking, pass on the
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African-American woman of note, Susie King Taylor.&nbsp; Employed as a laundress, nurse, and educator,
Susie Taylor wrote a book <i><b>Reminiscences of
My Life with the 33rd United States Colored Troops Late 1st S.C. Volunteers</b></i>.&nbsp; An easy read of about 80 pages (available
free online) it starts with a brief history of her family, describes her
experiences traveling with her husbands unit during its campaigns, then
finishes with a brief description of her life in the post-war years. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">No mere camp follower, Mrs. Taylor was
hired by the regiment as a laundress, though she says she seldom had time to
perform that task. There&nbsp; was a myriad of
more pressing needs that kept her busy such as nursing the sick and wounded,
helping to clean muskets, packing knapsacks and cartridge boxes, searching for
food, and teaching reading and writing to those soldiers interested.&nbsp; She saw the war from Charleston to
Jacksonville and her slim book is a good read for as it gives a uniquely female
perspective of life in the "colored troops."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">In a late chapter, Taylor writes a very
thoughtful essay on issues of race and treatment of veterans in general.&nbsp; One sentence, appropriate to our proximity to
Veterans Day, serves to illustrate how times really do not change:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB"><i>“I look around now and see the comforts
that our younger generation enjoy, and think of the blood that was shed to make
these comforts possible for them, and see how little some of them appreciate
the old soldiers. My heart burns.”</i></span></div></blockquote>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The Susie Taylor comes from Straub's <b><i>Manual
of Mixed Drinks</i></b>, 1913.&nbsp; A simple,
pleasant cooler, it is a Cuba Libre with ginger ale substituted for Coke.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB">Next, we have Elsie Ferguson, a blue-eyed
blond star of stage and screen in the early 20th century. Starting as a chorus
girl&nbsp; in 1900, she made her last
performance on Broadway in 1943. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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"the greatest mistress of poise, grade and artistry."&nbsp; She was a very private, and self-effacing
person active in charity work and an "ardent" suffragette.&nbsp; During WWI, Elsie Ferguson participated in
Liberty Loan drives, the Red Cross and United War work.&nbsp; Elsie was considered a difficult person, in
part, for her dislike of interviews and parties. &nbsp;A 1918 article in <i>Photoplay</i> described her as "rather cold, indifferent, almost
unhappy, and sometimes rather unreal" when off-stage. She was not without
humor.&nbsp; When told a reporter wanted to do
a story on how she spent her money, she stated, "I spend it with
pleasure."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Today, only one of her silent movies <i>Witness for the Defense</i>, 1919, and one
of her talkies <i>Scarlet Pages</i>, 1930,
are known to exist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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return to 1900.&nbsp; Phoebe was a model
Floradora girl, a shining example of feminine pulchritude and decorum, the
"Girl in White,” and like most shining examples - imaginary.&nbsp; Phoebe, a product of the mind of one W. P.
Colton, advertising manager for the Lackawanna Railroad, was as real as Flo,
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<i><span lang="EN-GB">Upon a trip to Buffalo<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB">"My gown keeps white<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Phoebe, dressed in white like Flo <i>a la</i>
1900, was the darling of the Lackawanna Railroad.&nbsp; She was able to travel in white on the
Lackawanna without fear of her clothes being soiled by soot because the
Lackawanna locomotives burned more expensive anthracite coal, hence the moniker
of&nbsp; "The Road of
Anthracite."&nbsp; For those of you too
young to remember coal fired furnaces and stoves, coal comes in three flavors -
dirty (anthracite), dirtier (bituminous/sub-bituminous), and dirtiest
(lignite), and was priced accordingly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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magazines, billboards, newspapers and streetcars. The ad copy featured rhymes
extolling the virtues of the Lackawanna Railroad - courtesy, safety, comfort,
and pleasure. While the rhymes seem juvenile today, in 1904 they were described
as "tripping, lilting rhymes, associated with a form feminine equally
dainty."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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eventually dropped by the railroad only to return briefly hawking cosmetics and
underwear.&nbsp; In the 1940's the Lackawanna
gave her a facelift, and brought her back for another twenty years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Snow Cocktail</i> is from <i><b>The How and
When</b></i> by Marco, 1940.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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thought that this blog post will have anything to do with a great Marilyn
Monroe movie, or that sexy "ice cream blonde" of yesteryear - Thelma Todd aka "Hot Toddy." Rather, since the weather is turning
chilly, we are going to talk about a couple of traditional hot drinks. Those pics are a great hook though, aren't they?</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The first, and one of my favorites is <i>Hot Gin</i>, a drink with a considerable history
dating to the 1700's (by 1825 "<i>piss-quick</i>"
was established in English slang for gin and water). Medically, hot gin was was prescribed for dozens of ailments. Considered a stimulant during the
day, a drink to "promote repose" in the evening, and a treatment for
cholera.&nbsp; Into the 1890's, a hot gin was
considered appropriate for female "pelvic complaints" such as
dysmenorrhea - used to such a degree that the medical journal <i>Lancet</i> expressed concern that hot gin
was contributing to alcoholism amongst women.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Hot gin is also featured in English
literature, making several appearances in works by authors as prominent as
Charles Dickens.&nbsp; In <b><i>Oliver Twist</i></b>, Fagin
gives Oliver a hot gin after his&nbsp; first
meal with the artful Dodger, and the gang, to put him to sleep.&nbsp; Later, Mr. Bumble, on seeing a newspaper item
regarding Oliver, dashes off "...actually in his excitement" leaving
his evening "glass of hot gin and water untasted."&nbsp; Criminal waste!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Traditional recipes for <i>Hot Gin</i> vary only slightly and I enjoy
them all.&nbsp; If you have a favorite gin,
use it.&nbsp; If not, use whatever is handy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The earliest recipe employs water, hot or
cold - <i>"Hot acts the quickest"</i> per an early 1800’s writer, in a 2:1
ratio.&nbsp; This was nicknamed “soap-suds”
or, as previously mentioned, “piss-quick.”&nbsp;
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or cup, fill half way (about 4 ounces) with hot water, add a jigger of gin,
stir, add a piece of bruised lemon peel and dust with nutmeg.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Toss in a couple of cloves and a bit of
allspice, and you now have a <i>Hot Spiced
Gin</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">To make a <i>Hot Gin Punch</i> (my preferred variant) add the juice of 1/4 lemon,
and a thin slice of lemon to the basic <i>Hot
Gin Sling</i> recipe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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"toddy." Today a toddy, or "tottie", is nothing more than
spirits mixed with hot water, sugar, and spices or flavoring to taste. Spirits,
water (hot or cold), and sugar were the basic toddy of yore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We primarily think of a toddy as using
whiskey - bourbon, rye, scotch, or Canadian, will do.&nbsp; Traditionally, after a hospitable dinner, a
host would bring a kettle of hot water to the table, along with assorted
spirits such as whiskey, brandy, rum, and port, allowing the guests to mix "toddies"
to their taste.&nbsp; Tumblers and wine
glasses were the glassware of choice In the home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Like hot gin, the hot toddy was considered
to be of medicinal value.&nbsp; It was
recommended for the treatment of colds (including those of children), gout, and
heat stroke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">A stanza from a "dramatic" poem
penned by Irish dramatist John O'Keefe in 1790 seems more a limerick today - <i>"cannon loud 'gainst cannon ranting; At
his gun, poor Jack see panting; As to lip he lifts the Toddy; Off flies head
and down drops body."</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Widely appreciated, the toddy was enjoyed
by notables as Sir Walter Scott, Robert Burns, Ulysses S. Grant, Jefferson
Davis, and Mark Twain.&nbsp; A drink that wears
its years well, continues to be popular today, and is perfect for that quiet
evening at home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Box Warning</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> - In the 1790's for those preaching
temperance, just as marijuana was regarded the gateway drug by do-goods of my
generation, the toddy was regarded a the gateway drink to alcoholism in
theirs.&nbsp; The evening toddy was said to
lead to <i>"drams in the morning, and
afterward (drinkers) have paid their lives as the price of their folly."</i>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Having been warned, tempt fate and try a toddy this
evening by substituting your favorite spirit, including flavored ones, for the
gin in the recipes above and changing the name accordingly.&nbsp; The <i>Hot
Gin Punch</i> becomes a <i>Hot Rum Punch</i>
or <i>Hot Whiskey Punch</i>. Too strong?
Titrate the water to your taste. Too sweet, or not sweet enough---adjust your
sugar.&nbsp; If you like cinnamon sticks or
vanilla beans, use them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The <i>Hot Gin</i> and the <i>Toddy</i> are "old as the
hills" and some of the easiest to personalize.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Book of Toasts</b></i>, Autrim, 1902</td></tr>
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With Halloween creeping upon us and with
ghoulish movies and TV shows coming to the fore, I thought I would start with
some real-life stories and finish with aptly named drinks.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Looking at the not so horrifying “horror”
stories from my life, there were several candidates, and all appear wanting for
various reasons.&nbsp; I imagine that many of
you, upon reflection, could do as well or better.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2zFomAGGHy3drjaSApOBXUjQ_-r4d3VZ42zFprDCPprYWTuiqY81tzscNEqrULA350AyErDya2Vdt8sP3gg09cyukczexARCrmEXDExGz9lrWm1Be5u0J_kLuLC62pRw_hX-Vc5cSGeM/s1600/GasMask.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2zFomAGGHy3drjaSApOBXUjQ_-r4d3VZ42zFprDCPprYWTuiqY81tzscNEqrULA350AyErDya2Vdt8sP3gg09cyukczexARCrmEXDExGz9lrWm1Be5u0J_kLuLC62pRw_hX-Vc5cSGeM/s1600/GasMask.JPG" width="200" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">War stories were the low hanging
fruit.&nbsp; My father, a combat veteran of
WWII and Vietnam, told many tales.&nbsp; Once
he spoke of being in charge of a detail in the Philippines, during the closing
days of WWII, whose duty was to exhume soldiers, recently and hastily buried,
for return to their families. &nbsp;A grisly task. &nbsp;Protective
equipment consisted of gas masks – his worst wartime experience and too grim to
expand upon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Next I considered sharing something
"scary" of my own – like a failed attempt at first aid at the scene
of a stabbing - steak knife through the carotid, definitely DRT "Dead
Right There" (not to be confused with CTD "Circling the Drain") –
again too grim.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Seeking a lighter side, I trod the murky
corners of my brain for other experiences. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I once worked as a night security guard in
a medical complex in San Antonio, Texas.&nbsp;
At twilight, in a dark and deserted medical building, I was checking
locks on doors. Finding one unlocked, I entered to check the office.&nbsp; Immediately in front of me was a
skeleton.&nbsp; I will admit to being briefly
startled – story too short and too dull.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ2W7HuihWdcTs0uGub-o6KQsZFMGWM_7JRashgQMipDFirTcB3GEbET3tMkIxdk1nrjID-IJ88njMMqtZFkOj3JdWXEuf4gQ7Z2sIEIMAmWRRBeYQOTnXq5oSw6Jrk073vIcaGRhYrJF/s1600/Cemetary1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ2W7HuihWdcTs0uGub-o6KQsZFMGWM_7JRashgQMipDFirTcB3GEbET3tMkIxdk1nrjID-IJ88njMMqtZFkOj3JdWXEuf4gQ7Z2sIEIMAmWRRBeYQOTnXq5oSw6Jrk073vIcaGRhYrJF/s1600/Cemetary1.jpg" width="200" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">Then there are the cemeteries I have
visited, a must wherever I travel. &nbsp;I
have always said that cemeteries are people at their best – everyone getting
along without regard for race, color, creed, or politics.&nbsp; There are great cemeteries, large and small,
all over the north and south.&nbsp; In the
southwest, many appear a</span></div>
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bit plain, but often have a stark beauty of their
own.&nbsp; At one clinic, in a dusty, dreary
community, I would occasionally go to the nearby cemetery and eat lunch under
the trees. &nbsp;Very peaceful and the
permanent residents were excellent luncheon companions. &nbsp;No ghosts, noises or other signs of haunting –
so a poor story.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicF74MEMN31IimgbxqCZPSpdte2IBfSGYlnUMbza15HuoN9D6W6YSoA2spDmc4siOjNvM9Y6EADXMEtiBtQan2QejKpmRNZ81UmT3VKBJrwz9fQ6cCn5Br7oSw40XRSL_IeY52SQvdflcF/s1600/MorgueGurney.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicF74MEMN31IimgbxqCZPSpdte2IBfSGYlnUMbza15HuoN9D6W6YSoA2spDmc4siOjNvM9Y6EADXMEtiBtQan2QejKpmRNZ81UmT3VKBJrwz9fQ6cCn5Br7oSw40XRSL_IeY52SQvdflcF/s1600/MorgueGurney.JPG" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">Alternatively, while employed in a
hospital, I became adept at placing the deceased into body bags by myself. &nbsp;If that sounds easy, try it with a large
individual, whose body is all "loosey-goosey," not stiff as a post, laying
on a stretcher. &nbsp;After "bagging and
tagging," I would take them to the "green room," our morgue,
which was actually painted blue.&nbsp; To move
the body through the hospital without disturbing the sensibilities of patients
and visitors, we had a special gurney.&nbsp;
It had a metal lower shelf to place the body upon and an upper frame that was flat.&nbsp; A large white,
form-fitted drape was put over the top, giving the gurney the appearance of a
rolling banquet table.&nbsp; While prepping
the body, bagging, and transporting to the morgue, I kept up a monologue with
the deceased.&nbsp; I spoke of events
precipitating demise, visitors if any, where we were going and how we would get
there.&nbsp; After placing the departed upon a
shelf, with others, I extended my best wishes and left. &nbsp;None of my charges ever replied, or called upon
me later – so that is a story of that takes the "long way around the
barn" to be mundane.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Then there was the Halloween party with the
theme "come as your favorite doctor or patient."&nbsp; The most memorable costume was that of a
nurse who came dressed in a body bag as one of our "frequent flyers"
who finally managed to buy the proverbial farm. &nbsp;Stories like that are too tasteless for lay
people, and unless you have worked in an ER, law enforcement, or similar field,
you will not understand the need to laugh at otherwise grim affairs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Having established that
"real-life" death is unfit for human consumption (but O.K. for
zombies?); let us have some fun with drinks with death themes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Ca6p7W3z5MT2sB72YSrN_9zzADBjN_ZgE67r5Sx6jpMTyMAraF9HHScCp8J5-IpJcqqIY2ALPk7C-8zREWPRvMTdaa9eu7PUXYjtcoAxOp3Pnqi0TS7mxJFYntHidtmiMpunrEtXLZs8/s1600/RequiemMass.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Ca6p7W3z5MT2sB72YSrN_9zzADBjN_ZgE67r5Sx6jpMTyMAraF9HHScCp8J5-IpJcqqIY2ALPk7C-8zREWPRvMTdaa9eu7PUXYjtcoAxOp3Pnqi0TS7mxJFYntHidtmiMpunrEtXLZs8/s1600/RequiemMass.jpg" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">The first drink is <i>"The Requiem."</i> &nbsp;Now
for you non-Catholics out there, a Requiem or Requiem Mass, is a prayer service
for the dead. &nbsp;Its name comes from the
opening line of the mass “<i>Requiem
aeternam dona eis</i>" or "grant them rest forever..."&nbsp; From the Requiem we also get <i>"Requiescant in pace,"</i> &nbsp;“May they rest in peace” – the familiar R.I.P.
on tombstones. The <i>Requiem</i> we are
interested in is from <b><i>The Flowing</i> <i>Bowl</i></b>, 1898, by Willie Schmidt. It is a
tasty mixed drink, rather like eggnog. The only addition to the recipe that I
would recommend is a dash of nutmeg on top.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Following the <i>Requiem</i>, it is only natural to use a <i>"Corpse Reviver"</i> to get those synapses firing and animate
our burned out, lifeless bodies.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">By 1861, the <i>Corpse Reviver</i> was deemed "a celebrated drink."&nbsp; A creation of the London Haymarket district,
it was billed as an American drink.&nbsp; In
fact, about 1878 the famous bartender/author Jerry Thomas mocked the purveyors
of liquor around Charing Cross for selling English drinks as American
drinks.&nbsp; He went on to say that he was
about to open an American bar in London<i> "and show the Britishers what's
what. Then there'll be no need to brew bogus Yankee drinks!"</i><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Recipes&nbsp;courtesy Boothby's <i>World Drinks</i>, 1934</td></tr>
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Now that we have had our <i>Requiem</i>, and our <i>Corpse Reviver</i>, it seems appropriate to follow with the “<i>Zombie</i>.”&nbsp;
I have no interest in the flesh-eating ghouls of modern television and
cinema. &nbsp;Everyone growing up in the
1950's knows that a "real" zombie is merely a person, living or dead,
under the control of a voodoo priest or priestess.&nbsp; No flesh eating, no rotting body parts,
pretty much a boring minion of the possessor.&nbsp;</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLglrLSHi8ch_k6umWOh6ztoI9DkTs2Dp80eWTUhAuFdjnDJdX62x-cRxBCtR_WncgIpxzx9XYeGWQM1FCm6lFQfyFNtc-A5OGFuK-NM8jetTvsDBpxi7dRdDcTrkwUYOSK8-Jgyfz9mOn/s1600/ZombieReal.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLglrLSHi8ch_k6umWOh6ztoI9DkTs2Dp80eWTUhAuFdjnDJdX62x-cRxBCtR_WncgIpxzx9XYeGWQM1FCm6lFQfyFNtc-A5OGFuK-NM8jetTvsDBpxi7dRdDcTrkwUYOSK8-Jgyfz9mOn/s1600/ZombieReal.jpg" width="236" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">My preferred zombie, that of the
"classic" black and white movies of the 1930’s, is indeed the only
genuine zombie, so a pox on the rest of you.&nbsp;
As proof, I offer a <i>Life</i>
magazine article.&nbsp; We are cognizant that
anything printed in a major periodical by reputable authors must be true – why
else would anyone read the <i>Sun</i> or the
<i>Mirror</i>?&nbsp; In December of 1937, <i>Life</i> magazine did an article entitled "Black Haiti: Where Old
Africa and the New World Meet."&nbsp; Included
is a photo by to "Zora Neale Hurston, Negro author with a Guggenheim
scholarship…" and described as "the only zombie ever
photographed." According to the author, the person/zombie died (or was
drugged into a coma) and buried in 1907, returning "naked and
demented" to her fathers farm in 1916. From the photo, she is clearly not
decomposing or shedding body parts.&nbsp;
Indeed, with her unkempt appearance and her blank stare, she looks like
the zombies in those classic movies. &nbsp;Prima
facie evidence that the old zombies my generation knew are the only genuine
zombies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">As to the drink, the <i>“Zombie”</i> was the invention of Donn "the Beachcomber"
Beach, who created it in the 1930's. Originally, it was sold no more than two
to a customer. &nbsp;Its claim to fame lies in
its potency.&nbsp; I can testify to this. &nbsp;In my youth, when so many of us have manure
for brains, I ill advisedly downed a dozen in a chug-a-lug contest in Juarez,
Mexico, after an evening of drinking.&nbsp; Fortunately,
I did not drive nor ended up in a hospital.&nbsp;
After trying to pick a fight with a group of soldiers, it was the
sickest night of my life (the cabrito burritos probably did not help) and I
gave up any sort of drinking for almost five years. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUlw2wKwrIiY-lcjSn7EchiEf5um8C9oPqenF7qdWqNE47Y-6_HJESsjV_3Cbtg5QE_LZI3fZ7byDmzWSuXiSZSthng7onhlAaAMiZvgRiGRqIpz9QH0N2D_Yr8JPQO_-D6qpadGrwexJ0/s1600/ZombieDnk.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUlw2wKwrIiY-lcjSn7EchiEf5um8C9oPqenF7qdWqNE47Y-6_HJESsjV_3Cbtg5QE_LZI3fZ7byDmzWSuXiSZSthng7onhlAaAMiZvgRiGRqIpz9QH0N2D_Yr8JPQO_-D6qpadGrwexJ0/s1600/ZombieDnk.jpg" width="208" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">The "<i>Zombie</i>," like so many drinks, has metastasized into many
versions over the years.&nbsp; I have chosen a
version "from the land down under" – Australia, courtesy of <i>The Australian Bartender's Guide</i>,
Stebben &amp; Corsar, 1990. While not the most elaborate of <i>Zombies</i>, it is one easily made in the
home bar and I would suggest no more than one to a customer.&nbsp; In addition, the Juarez <i>Zombies</i> were blue, so if you want a 1960’s South of the Border
version, substitute blue curacao.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Enjoy your Halloween celebrations and, please, remember "If you drink, don't drive."</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZ4mULMffVQPpFHy2GFdOAMeMUCw4BX_lgbOhlX5E5NpgWwr4uN_U0yni4sgtmDzhqqDkqRt-UOMbmvPbej7odyXl4RH-PWYdgapu-Jjx8DybL2Yqj-OAABpC3EXF2MbHTQX-8BwSkUQY/s1600/BottomsUp.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZ4mULMffVQPpFHy2GFdOAMeMUCw4BX_lgbOhlX5E5NpgWwr4uN_U0yni4sgtmDzhqqDkqRt-UOMbmvPbej7odyXl4RH-PWYdgapu-Jjx8DybL2Yqj-OAABpC3EXF2MbHTQX-8BwSkUQY/s1600/BottomsUp.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>
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One of the more interesting cocktail books
in my library is <i><b>Bottom's Up</b></i>,
compiled and edited by Ted Saucier.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUg9dkHzepbLvbLRCO4KC8XB4pG2eAOQpWfjcqtT9aL58vOFWcXPBFKkmNCBDaE5bzE7x3hQX8w_H-TTI9MxiJRm79MsxgjqD1e47DJn20Wz5J3-Py3LNMsWCVWUTwrMN1HXINo_rc7XW/s1600/WeekendAtTheWaldorf.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUg9dkHzepbLvbLRCO4KC8XB4pG2eAOQpWfjcqtT9aL58vOFWcXPBFKkmNCBDaE5bzE7x3hQX8w_H-TTI9MxiJRm79MsxgjqD1e47DJn20Wz5J3-Py3LNMsWCVWUTwrMN1HXINo_rc7XW/s1600/WeekendAtTheWaldorf.JPG" width="131" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">Ted Saucier had a successful career as a
"flack," or publicist for the Waldorf-Astoria hotel.&nbsp; From the late 1930's through 1950's he was
frequently mentioned in Billboard magazine for his publicity prowess in
promoting entertainment at the Waldorf.&nbsp;
He also served as the technical advisor for hotel operations in the 1945
movie "Weekend at the Waldorf."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Published in 1951 and pre-dating Playboy
magazine by two years, it seems Saucier used the passion for pin-up girls and
cheesecake, that blossomed in World War II, as a marketing hook to set his book
of drink recipes apart from other others of the period. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cnedkvyKXTwvAaI0uyCAI4Hmt6krAxKcMzSiLeOCikEB0J8kIexCHvhu4ggE4skEkxVUVePExhOU1XuNGleLhKow3pew5cN_j81aHO_YWdBKbboix6Yo5gDyh0jhqWnZjA8myES6isc_/s1600/JRussell.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cnedkvyKXTwvAaI0uyCAI4Hmt6krAxKcMzSiLeOCikEB0J8kIexCHvhu4ggE4skEkxVUVePExhOU1XuNGleLhKow3pew5cN_j81aHO_YWdBKbboix6Yo5gDyh0jhqWnZjA8myES6isc_/s1600/JRussell.JPG" width="168" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-f9MufJD9xPm9R9zbCAe_MY815wtZYhcF0mol3nOrGODbXVYTrCDsEH7rQ_X6JDq78u9kwzr5-T7tgsc57ITS50ac4FTzo1mzcXs83mPe4hdH-38HYqoLzeodjwk5HIql9SFp9WUI0fV/s1600/Cheesecake.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-f9MufJD9xPm9R9zbCAe_MY815wtZYhcF0mol3nOrGODbXVYTrCDsEH7rQ_X6JDq78u9kwzr5-T7tgsc57ITS50ac4FTzo1mzcXs83mPe4hdH-38HYqoLzeodjwk5HIql9SFp9WUI0fV/s1600/Cheesecake.JPG" width="148" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">In the early 1900’s, “cheesecake” was news
photographer&nbsp;slang for a photo whose chief merit was a view of a woman's
"gams" or legs. By the 1940's it had become synonymous with images
characteristic of famous "pin-up girls" like Betty Grable and Jane
Russell. A 1951 ad for a program on improving business&nbsp; marketing, featured a segment entitled
"How the Magic of Cheesecake Builds the Gross."&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">In the description of the book, <i><b>Bottom's Up</b></i>, much is made of the
illustrations having been done by "distinguished artists." This seems
to echo the old joke about buying Playboy for its articles.&nbsp; Not that the articles are without merit, just that they are incidental to the intent of the magazine.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The background of the artists contributing “cheesecake”
to <i><b>Bottom's Up</b></i> supports the
claim.&nbsp; Al Dorne, provider of the
cover/title art, had done considerable advertising art as diverse as Lifebuoy
soap and the U.S. Coast Guard.&nbsp; Born
"in&nbsp; the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge,"
leaving school at 13, he eventually became the president of the Society of
Illustrators and founder of Famous Artists Art School - whose ads were featured
in comic books and magazines in the 1950-60's. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The twelve full page, glossy, provocative
images "by twelve of America's&nbsp; most
distinguished artists" in a style we see show up in Playboy by artists
like Vargas, is not the only similarity to Playboy magazine.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Patterson's margin sprite</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HHh5fvdR7DD_yVmICySJQ4eINIshi3QO1sl5dRaBwGZ1NDhCJozkbDIt97v0YmIksEGQ0xBPxYwgpjhiyyZ5clgym9N1KSqcfZy6qWo_NhtJ6uRip2LS-lHKljiQY-VcU45Ml1nSEZWR/s1600/FemlinNieman.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HHh5fvdR7DD_yVmICySJQ4eINIshi3QO1sl5dRaBwGZ1NDhCJozkbDIt97v0YmIksEGQ0xBPxYwgpjhiyyZ5clgym9N1KSqcfZy6qWo_NhtJ6uRip2LS-lHKljiQY-VcU45Ml1nSEZWR/s1600/FemlinNieman.jpg" width="154" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nieman's "femlin"</td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i><b>Bottom's
Up</b></i> margins feature decorative sprites, done by Russell Patterson. Leroy
Neiman's "femlin" in Playboy appears to have been inspired by
Patterson's work in <i><b>Bottom's Up</b></i>.&nbsp; Patterson really was a distinguished
artist.&nbsp; He created seminal images of the
"flappers" of the 1920's and influenced the artwork of others, around
the world, with his "Patterson Girl,” a much sought after image in
advertising and magazine covers.&nbsp; The
Patterson Girl was as well known to Americans of the time, as were the Ziegfeld
Girls.&nbsp; In 1931 he was described as an
"illustrator, cartoonist, and protege of William Randolph Hearst," continuing
in the same vein into the 1950's.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMO_9Qji67WbGtG61WJ-0MgX4FSCxiSPwqpboALCAB_bBfwqkiV_Pq3M1xArIB2ufU823VKMRjSieuBlOD1I3MNfsKQ8uBewSoLVjuy03rwTeLqRund3zpfKxuPqPtNhOXt8gM9JjcQLIa/s1600/Unclesamwantyou.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMO_9Qji67WbGtG61WJ-0MgX4FSCxiSPwqpboALCAB_bBfwqkiV_Pq3M1xArIB2ufU823VKMRjSieuBlOD1I3MNfsKQ8uBewSoLVjuy03rwTeLqRund3zpfKxuPqPtNhOXt8gM9JjcQLIa/s1600/Unclesamwantyou.jpg" width="149" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">Amongst the other illustrators, we indeed
have a distinguished cast. James Montgomery Flagg was the creator of the WWI
poster of Uncle Sugar saying he wants you for the U.S. Army. &nbsp;Arthur William Brown was known for pencil and
ink illustrations in magazines such as<i> Colliers</i>, the <i>Saturday Evening Post</i> and for
books. &nbsp;Ben Stahl, in addition to being
an illustrator, was also the author of <i>Blackbeard’s
Ghost</i>, which became a Disney movie. &nbsp;James
Falter was an illustrator for the Saturday Evening Post and prolific creator or
WWII posters – particularly for the WAVES. &nbsp;</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Picadilly Circus" by Bundy<br />
in <i>Bottom's Up</i></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The story of Gilbert Bundy who, after a
brilliant career as an artist/illustrator, went to the Pacific theatre, with
the Marines, as a combat artist for Hearst newspapers is perhaps the most
poignant--particularly today when PTSD is so often in the news. Trapped for
several hours under enemy fire in the wreckage of a landing craft on Tarawa, beneath
the bodies of dead Marines, he escaped by swimming away at night. &nbsp;He survived the ordeal only to take his own life
on the five-year anniversary of the event.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">For those that are fans of illustrators,
others contributing to <i><b>Bottom’s Up</b></i> are John La Gatta, Phil Dormont, Earl Cordrey,
Bradshaw Crandall, and Robert Bushnell.&nbsp;
Works, as well as biographies, of all of the artists are viewable online
and quite interesting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Bottom's
Up</b></span></i><span lang="EN-GB"> does not need the risque artwork to justify its
space in a collection of cocktail books.&nbsp;
It contains 780 recipes; many are signature drinks from high society hotels,
individuals, and watering holes, and are not to be found elsewhere.&nbsp; The credited drinks reflect an array of
people and businesses with whom a “flack,” for a hotel as prominent as the
Waldorf, would have had contact.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Two drinks excerpted from&nbsp;<i><b>Bottom’s Up</b></i> that I particularly enjoyed are featured below. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Enric Madriguera, to whom this drink is
credited, is unknowingly familiar to many of you. While his specialty was music
with a Latin tempo, his rendition of “Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee” is
featured on the soundtrack of the movie “Paper Moon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Recipe &amp; Artwork courtesy <i>Bottom's Up</i></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-GB">&nbsp;</span>Another, is one of the “railroad” drinks in <i><b>Bottom's Up</b></i> served on the Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe.&nbsp; I did not have the pleasure of trying this drink
as a passenger, but I had the opportunity to ride the Super Chief from Kansas
City to Albuquerque in the 1960’s.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Recipe &amp; Artwork courtesy <i>Bottom's Up</i></td></tr>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidV41btAeMQm2yzrn9MSyHt41dVMPMiTTKOZ7PIuaXOsU5MJwSSuQjJ0m7alJawdL-5v6ZGortOV8uZQHmpeCkPEqxa2r-H5RRa6dkL0szOQi6RlYnBEVdAwO-oXp4N_w8JjslrOilWiI7/s1600/Jerries&Mule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidV41btAeMQm2yzrn9MSyHt41dVMPMiTTKOZ7PIuaXOsU5MJwSSuQjJ0m7alJawdL-5v6ZGortOV8uZQHmpeCkPEqxa2r-H5RRa6dkL0szOQi6RlYnBEVdAwO-oXp4N_w8JjslrOilWiI7/s1600/Jerries&Mule.jpg" height="156" width="200" /></a>Last week was the anniversary of the start
of Loos Offensive of&nbsp; World War I.
Notable for the death of Rudyard Kipling’s only son - one of the many
casualties on that field of battle, and the extensive use of shrapnel across
the Loos valley, particularly on crossroads and communications trenches to
prevent enemy movement.&nbsp; On a lighter
note, Kaiser Bill was also captured. Unfortunately, this was not Queen
Victoria's malignant, moustachioed, grandson Willy, but rather a forlorn German
army mule.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Hearing about the anniversary of Loos, renewed
an old interest in artillery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A gun of B Btry, 65th AAA Bn,1958</td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When I was young, my fathers' first command
after OCS was a battery of 120mm anti-aircraft guns.&nbsp; The battery was just outside a Marine base, near Naha, on Okinawa.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>The 120's were the
penultimate development in anti-aircraft artillery, soon to be made obsolete by
missiles. The gun tube was about 24 feet long and capable of firing a shell at 3100 ft/sec to an altitude of 60,000
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deafening CRACK!!! that hurt the ears and sounded like a monstrous high
velocity rifle. The firing of the battery frequently shattered windows on the Marine base. &nbsp;On one occasion when Dad took me out to watch his battery fire,
he gave me the opportunity to fire a Quad-50 machine gun, two of which were
part of the battery.<br />
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Back to the shrapnel shell - The Germans
can rightfully claim invention and first use of the shrapnel shell.&nbsp; In the 17th century, they developed a
projectile called the <i>Hagelkugel</i>, or
"hail shell".&nbsp; It was a lead
cylinder with a fuse and bursting charge at one end, the other end was
sealed.&nbsp; Behind the bursting charge was
the "hail" - metal fragments, bullets, or pebbles. When loaded into
the cannon, the fused end of the projectile faced the cannons charge.&nbsp; On firing, the bursting charge of the <i>Hagelkugel</i> released the "hail"
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<span lang="EN-GB">The <i>Hagelkugel</i>
was used during the 1641 siege of Gennep, in the Netherlands.&nbsp; Unfortunately for German bragging rights,
artillery was an art and early artllerists were extremely secretive.&nbsp; This caused the <i>Hagelkugel</i> to sink into obscurity, allowing an Englishman to claim
invention and have his name forever linked to the Shrapnel Shell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXTx4_k5GXivhh0WC5VRgM8t3vp6OwJh2x2tJ5UuQJNwr5eFOlqokYafTv8peziIzJtz4K1u610wm8WW-0BOkbx9e1vrqXC867SiLGRMbt5jbgbT0RwQDu13e5Hk-SBzbmiIJ2FAt8V0k/s1600/Henry-shrapnel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXTx4_k5GXivhh0WC5VRgM8t3vp6OwJh2x2tJ5UuQJNwr5eFOlqokYafTv8peziIzJtz4K1u610wm8WW-0BOkbx9e1vrqXC867SiLGRMbt5jbgbT0RwQDu13e5Hk-SBzbmiIJ2FAt8V0k/s1600/Henry-shrapnel.jpg" height="200" width="166" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">Henry Shrapnel developed his version of the
Hagelkugel around 1784.&nbsp; Originally known
as “spherical iron cased shot,” it used a primitive wooden fuse - a wood plug
through which a gunpowder fuse ran.&nbsp; The
interior of the iron case was filled with black powder and lead balls.&nbsp; On bursting, the shrapnel was projected
across an area of about 150 yards. The advantage of the shrapnel shell over
grape or canister is that instead of being a short-range antipersonnel
projectile, it could be fired at longer distances as determined by the fuse and
bursting charge.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrcfShtkeQT73UHx8I7JrcRw2SfeZ8g8o74BifVYYlKNFznXGrjylEP1hE_HS9nRhAtkrIh6YUojCHy0nbfZAbYJZVdwMCdjOWcm2AsPor-B3Ifx5VyyE2zwIRyOVftcO72oL60okWrIt/s1600/Whizz1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrcfShtkeQT73UHx8I7JrcRw2SfeZ8g8o74BifVYYlKNFznXGrjylEP1hE_HS9nRhAtkrIh6YUojCHy0nbfZAbYJZVdwMCdjOWcm2AsPor-B3Ifx5VyyE2zwIRyOVftcO72oL60okWrIt/s1600/Whizz1.JPG" height="135" width="200" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">It was first employed in 1804 against
settlers in Dutch Guiana, now Suriname. Officially adopted by the English in
1808, the Duke of Wellesley wrote that he considered it an important invention
and that it should be kept secret.&nbsp; Despite
being widely available to British gunners during the Napoleonic Wars, correct use
of the shrapnel shell was poorly understood and it was thought generally unreliable,
largely due to its quirky fuse and the risk of premature explosion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">While modern writers seem fond of stating
the Iron Duke thought it decisive at Waterloo, I find no credible evidence of
that and believe it apocryphal or politically&nbsp;
motivated since the government officially adopted the round.&nbsp; Accounts at the time describe it bursting
short amongst friendly troops, others described it as being indifferent or
ineffective.&nbsp; A Lt. Col. Frith of the
Madras Artillery wrote in 1818 that he had seen it fired into "large
bodies of horse, among whom they were seen to burst, but cannot call to mind a
single man killed by them." While there were battles, like the battle of
Vimiero where the English claimed shrapnel shells contributed to the victory,
reports from the receiving side were mixed ranging from their effect being terrible
to no worse than that of round shot.&nbsp;
Others said the effect varied from round to round. &nbsp;The truth probably lies in some middle ground.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Despite slow acceptance (according to books
of the early-mid 1800's,) Henry Shrapnel received a stipend for his invention
when it was officially adopted and the British government made <i>Shrapnel Shell</i> the official name of the
"spherical cased shot" projectile in 1854 after his family petitioned
for the name change to honor the inventor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Improvements in the fuse, particularly by
Col. E.M. Boxer, and case design continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">According to Bormann in "<i>The Shrapnel Shell in England and in Belgium</i>,"
1862, the most notable use of the shrapnel shell to date was during the Crimean
War on the last day of the siege of Sebastopol, 8 September 1855.&nbsp; Officers in a gun position manned by men of
the Royal Naval Brigade, decided to utilize shrapnel shells found in the
battery stores.&nbsp;&nbsp; Eyewitness accounts
reported these 8-inch shells "mowed down...whole lines of Russian troops
as they sprang to the breast works."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">A mere 60 years passed from the siege of
Sebastopol to the start of the Loos offensive.&nbsp;
During this period much effort was put forth to improve the shrapnel
shell. Fuses were vastly improved.&nbsp; The
cases for shrapnel projectiles were designed, refined, redesigned and further
refined making the shrapnel delivery pattern increasingly effective.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7v7NDdjcZ6ODI0LHVLKhGBGdXCqwCBxZdwOHZwCamD-Ym44uZ0f3Oda4hebbD7v7HucRfJ_gv6D2-wum_JDO1ETsHnJjwrc7T1MuMf282nYMOENQBN1xy0S3qL-8tlweizy6_Ke0WGNo/s1600/Whizz2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7v7NDdjcZ6ODI0LHVLKhGBGdXCqwCBxZdwOHZwCamD-Ym44uZ0f3Oda4hebbD7v7HucRfJ_gv6D2-wum_JDO1ETsHnJjwrc7T1MuMf282nYMOENQBN1xy0S3qL-8tlweizy6_Ke0WGNo/s1600/Whizz2.JPG" height="200" width="169" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">While originally an anti-personnel weapon,
usage changed during the Great War. The shrapnel shell was found useful in
barrages for cutting barbed wire prior to assaults, and as an early
anti-aircraft shell. Shrapnel shells spurred the development and use of modern
helmets and aircraft armor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Typically delivered by high velocity guns
like the British 18 pounder, the French 75mm, and the German 10cm, the shells
would give little notice of their arrival. There would be a quick "whizzzz"
followed by a sharp "bang!" The German slang for these rounds was
"<i>Ratsch-bum</i>," the Brits
called them "<i>Whizz-bangs</i>."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumkQQfL9y-aNK0Cn4y_J8MFbjpgmuWb-4eyWNNhg2J4vB8A-fP8QYN2G-5bW8VbVTm0FIzo4-OXgEeT0_SXClSwsYFp_CPYpHMcTOhpBqmeqX2CQ_DRRx9hJ_MV3Quughy01Re5UcazeY/s1600/WhizzBangctl.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumkQQfL9y-aNK0Cn4y_J8MFbjpgmuWb-4eyWNNhg2J4vB8A-fP8QYN2G-5bW8VbVTm0FIzo4-OXgEeT0_SXClSwsYFp_CPYpHMcTOhpBqmeqX2CQ_DRRx9hJ_MV3Quughy01Re5UcazeY/s1600/WhizzBangctl.JPG" height="400" width="191" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">Fortunately, for my blog, someone around
the time of the War to End All Wars was kind enough to invent a cocktail named
for that high velocity shrapnel shell---the "Whizz Bang." Sadly,
since the winners write the histories, there is no Hagelkugel or Ratsch-bum to savor,
though the Germans paid homage indirectly to old Henry by creating a "<i>Schrapnel-Aufschlag</i>" or
"Shrapnel Charge." As the Hagelkugel predated the Shrapnel Shell, the
Schrapnel-Aufschlag predates the Whizz Bang by several years.&nbsp;</span></div>
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the <i>Schrapnel-Aufschlag</i> is not nearly
as good a drink as the <i>Whizz Bang</i>
and, like the Hagelkugel, condemned to oblivion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have missed two blogs since my last due to familial
obligations and found myself today casting about for a theme to get me back on
track.&nbsp; Since I have an interest in the
origin of drinks, and their names, I thought I would borrow from a previous
effort and use the title “What’s In A Name” with the related drink(s) appended.&nbsp; If this works, I may do more in the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the American public became enamored with musical comedy. &nbsp;The play <i>Floradora</i>
receives much of the credit for this craze.&nbsp;
A popular play in England in 1899, <i>Florodora</i>
opened in the Casino Theater of New York in 1900.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The play involves the imaginary island of Florodora
on which a perfume of the same name is made.&nbsp;
Said island was stolen from its rightful owner whose daughter still works
in a factory on the island.&nbsp; The rest of
the plot is convoluted to the extreme but the cast, chorus line, and music seem
to have compensated successfully.&nbsp; A
feature of the theater was a manikin in the lobby spraying “La Flor de
Florodora” on the theatergoers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a slow initial start, publicists started promoting the
play in a manner seen repeated by the movie studios in their heyday.&nbsp; TV news coverage of the Kardashians pales to that
given the <i>Florodora</i> troupe.&nbsp; Newspapers featured daily stories about the
cast members, their personal lives, how well they regarded one another and
worked together, their romances and marriage prospects, and of the huge sums of
money that the chorus girls were making by speculating on Wall Street. &nbsp;To the latter, one has to wonder if their
fiduciary success was due more to the stage door sugar daddies than Wall
Street, but maybe I have seen too many old movies. &nbsp;Ultimately, <i>Florodora</i> exceeded 500 performances.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Florodora</i> was the
first &nbsp;musical comedy to use the device
of “stunning” fashionable evening gowns, worn by attractive women, to create a memorable
high point in a performance, a trend continued in the Follies of the 1920’s and
30’s.&nbsp; Women would go to see the latest
fashions, men to see attractively dressed women.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At the time, the music was considered “bewitching,” and
people were often heard humming or whistling the tunes. &nbsp;Leslie Stuart, the composer, said his formula
for writing the music of <i>Florodora</i>
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Minstrels, let it simmer in the brain for twenty years.&nbsp; Add slowly for the music an organist’s
practice in arranging Gregorian chants for the Roman Catholic Church.&nbsp; Mix well and serve with a half dozen pretty
girls and an equal number of well-dressed men.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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over 5’4”, was so popular with the American public that chorus girls for years
afterwards, claimed to have been part of the original sextette. Francis Belmont, an original “sextetter,” in
true movie showgirl fashion, managed to marry an English duke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Florodora</i>, its
music, and its stars were immensely popular in the early 1900's.&nbsp; Like movie related marketing today, the
musical comedy became linked to a variety of products.&nbsp; A soft drink in Cuba, race horses and
pedigreed dogs, assorted food products, china, dolls, cigars (“three for 10
cents”) and a hybrid long staple cotton named Florodora were but a few.&nbsp; Having a fondness for ice cream, one of my
favorites is the “Florodora Sundae” – 1 banana, strawberry ice cream,
strawberry fruit, nuts, and whipped cream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In 1920, there was a revival of <i>Florodora</i>, with more chorus girls, and more lavish costumes and
staging.&nbsp; It was so popular that Fannie
Brice was inspired to do a parody in the <i>Follies</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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wave of popularity, it once again gave advertisers a useful marketing
hook.&nbsp; <i>Florodora</i> actresses modeled veils in Cosmopolitan magazine.&nbsp; A massage vibrator was advertised to help
women achieve “Florodora” beauty and sponsored a Florodora beauty contest. &nbsp;Use of “Florodora” in marketing persisted into
the 1930’s, as both a product name, and as a derogatory expression for
something passé from a previous era. &nbsp;There was also a movie entitled “<i>The Florodora Girl</i>.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In my books, there are at least three "Florodora" related
recipes.&nbsp; The first two, the <b>Florodora</b> cocktail and the <b>Florodora Fizz</b>, from a 1913 text, are the
earliest recipes I have found. &nbsp;The <b>Florodora Fizz</b> definitely predates the book.&nbsp;</span></div>
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Cooler</b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, easiest for the home bar, is from a publication of the 1930’s.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is probably a Prohibition era drink being gin based, its other ingredients doing well to make the “bathtub”
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPUVmxGpiAgBZvmJV5h4cjBpLCF3jhaaxtKeyOPz0jUgCT3fT6q6hXi1azhMWOEHVA2MDI4fjne5VYLgWdY196af8JvRFLvYO2QMYpC_qyYKslDY_ODHN5p6W0aFBTYJ1-sJZLfeUAXoG/s1600/DodgePU.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPUVmxGpiAgBZvmJV5h4cjBpLCF3jhaaxtKeyOPz0jUgCT3fT6q6hXi1azhMWOEHVA2MDI4fjne5VYLgWdY196af8JvRFLvYO2QMYpC_qyYKslDY_ODHN5p6W0aFBTYJ1-sJZLfeUAXoG/s1600/DodgePU.JPG" height="161" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As mentioned in a previous blog, in 1965 my father bought me
a 1951 Dodge "B" series pickup truck.&nbsp;
It was a well-used farm vehicle and I was kept busy looking for used
parts, nominally better than its existing components.&nbsp; This necessitated outings to junkyards filled
with interesting vehicles of all description, as well as farm and industrial
machinery.&nbsp; Expeditions to these
emporiums of cast-offs were as enjoyable as any amusement park.&nbsp; I was able to find and remove the parts
desired, and had the opportunity to “salvage” fair bit of pocket change.&nbsp; While scavenging parts, I would run my hand
through the space between the seat back and bottom of the old bench seats and usually
come up with a bit of coin---not to mention the odd bit of filth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While my friends were interested cars like the '57 Chevy, the
Mustang, and even the Corvair, I had a penchant for anything odd, massive, and
quirky.&nbsp; For that matter, I still&nbsp;do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In one salvage yard near Carthage, NY, there was a smallish
1920's fire engine that the owner said he would sell for $300.&nbsp; The red paint and gold lettering were still
shiny, the chrome bright, and it was replete with a bell and a chrome radiator
cap with a glass thermometer.&nbsp; The only
thing it lacked was ladders.&nbsp; Unfortunately,
$300 was no more easily available than $3000.&nbsp;
Sometimes one has to be content to admire from afar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My old Dodge was reliable.&nbsp;
It ran as well at 15 below zero as it did at 85F.&nbsp; Most problems were not difficult to resolve
and it would run fine with the cheapest grade of gasoline available, which was
sometimes as low as 74 octane.&nbsp; The truck
was meant for work, not for youthful bravado.&nbsp;
It wouldn’t "burn rubber"---except in reverse.&nbsp; Never the less, it was all mine and just the
ticket for fishing or rabbit hunting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The single most annoying problem was the gearshift.&nbsp; The "three on the tree" had an
"L"-shaped crank at the bottom that operated the shift linkage to the
transmission.&nbsp; The serrated hole in the
crank, that secured it to the shift column, was stripped and it would slip, no
matter how tightly I torqued the nut, leaving me stuck in, or out, of gear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Having saved up some money, working as a stock clerk in the
Camp Drum Post Exchange, I finally decided to have it repaired.&nbsp; The nearest garage was in the village of Black
River. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Smelling of dust and petroleum products, with an exposed
wood beamed ceiling, decorated with the usual "cheese cake" calendars
put out by auto parts companies, and with well used tools hanging on the walls,
it looked like a movie set for the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.&nbsp; My kind of place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At the time, the owner/mechanic seemed old, though in
hindsight he was probably in his 50's.&nbsp;
He was also friendly, helpful, and cheap.&nbsp; After explaining that the part was no longer
available, he said to give him a day and he would see what he could do.&nbsp; When I returned, he explained that he had
braised over the stripped out serrations in the crank and hand-filed new ones, charging
me less than $25.&nbsp; The repair worked
fine.&nbsp; Twenty years later, I benefitted
from his explaining this field-expedient repair, using it to fix a similar
problem on an arbor press.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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history, they are not the reason I recall the visit.&nbsp; In the dim, back corner of that old garage,
against the right wall, there was a hulking form covered by a dusty
tarpaulin.&nbsp; When I asked what was under
the canvas, the mechanic took me over and removed the tarp.&nbsp; It was a 1936 Packard sedan with a "straight
eight."&nbsp; The car was big, black,
dusty, and had the ominous grace of a dreadnought.&nbsp; That behemoth sparked my imagination.&nbsp; I asked how much he wanted for it, laughable
today since I had no&nbsp; prospects of having
funds and there is no way my father could have been talked into being involved
in such a bit of whimsy.&nbsp; The shop owner
said it was not for sale and that it had a cracked block anyway.&nbsp; The End.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, not quite the end.&nbsp;
From that time forward, I have had a nagging desire for a 1936 Packard
sedan.&nbsp; Marriage, children, jobs, age,
and a singular lack of ability to focus on anything for any length of time,
have all conspired to move me from "cool" and "fun"
vehicles (in my eye, not necessarily that of others) to more reliable, and less
interesting transportation.&nbsp; I drive a
Toyota Tundra, my spouse a Buick Enclave. &nbsp;Both are good, solid transportation and more
reliable than anything made in the 20th century.&nbsp; Still, while our cars are good, I would not
use "great" in any sense of the word.&nbsp;
That "great" Packard only exists when I daydream about what I
would do, or could have done, if I were single and fancy free---about as likely
as flying pigs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Twins</i></b> (yep, an engine not a pair of porn stars,) named for another
masterpiece of Packard engineering, the "Twin Six," a V-12 engine
which was to be later replaced in popularity by the “Single Eight”.&nbsp; First produced for the 1916 model year, there
were 24,000 vehicles with Twin Six Engines manufactured by 1920.&nbsp; In that same year, Packard announced that
they would double production of the Twin Six.&nbsp;
True to Robert Burns comment on the plans of mice and men, sales of the
Twin plummeted between 1920 and 1924 with sales of about only 11,000 Twin Six
equipped vehicles during that time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, let us raise a toast to Packard for giving us the stuff
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Savoy Cocktail Book</i>, 1930</td></tr>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Have you ever thought about a random topic and wondered how
far back you have had connections with, or memories related to said item?</span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Dusting off the cobwebs in the back of my mind, I have
memories regarding beer going back to about 10 years old.&nbsp; No, I didn't drink it then. My father made an
attempt at home brew.&nbsp; My memory is of beer
running on the laundry room floor after bottles, stacked in cases, seemed to
have burst in sympathetic detonation.&nbsp;
That was the end of home brew in our house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Later, in the early 1960’s when I was 16, I bussed tables
in a regimental beer hall in Camp Drum, New York (now Fort Drum.)&nbsp; My father, HQ S-3,&nbsp; arranged for my under-age hiring. The
building was a long, low clap-board affair dating to the Second World War.&nbsp; The beer hall was only open in the summer
months, catering to the reservists coming to train at the camp's extensive
ranges.&nbsp; There was row after row of
tables, usually piled high with beer cans. I would sweep the beer cans, and
plastic cups, many of which still contained beer, into a large, plastic bag
lined, steel trash can.&nbsp; When the bag was
full, I would take it from the can and throw it over-hand into a huge dumpster
that was taller than I, resulting in my being constantly showered with stale
beer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqf_LKd2dre1JDj7_GSlCPIG8jjV6RfO6Gtd2Q15kLoH-ZzQIPsPh0DOWHunHdophYbSRDU1UU8O5DS8TYk6845rWTC8KuO0B49WypQvb4WK0l_-JpCOAFOsngHDBjX1sqix3b_43Drt7C/s1600/Falstaff.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqf_LKd2dre1JDj7_GSlCPIG8jjV6RfO6Gtd2Q15kLoH-ZzQIPsPh0DOWHunHdophYbSRDU1UU8O5DS8TYk6845rWTC8KuO0B49WypQvb4WK0l_-JpCOAFOsngHDBjX1sqix3b_43Drt7C/s1600/Falstaff.JPG" width="200" /></a><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Two summers later, I worked as a truckers helper for a
Falstaff distributor in Leavenworth, Kansas.&nbsp;
That job was pretty cushy. A goodly part of the workday was spent
traveling to rural taverns and bars scattered over a wide area.&nbsp; Falstaff is an old American beer that I doubt
many people miss today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">As a college student, in El Paso, Texas, my friends and I
would drink Carte Blanca and Dos Equis in Juarez, and have kegs of Bud or Coors
at "beer busts" on the banks of the Rio Grande.&nbsp; When we wanted something "classy" at
our favorite pizza restaurant, the Village Inn, we would have a Lowenbraü. At
that time, we also thought Lancers and Mateuse Rose were great wines, evidence
our youthful tastes were very unsophisticated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">My father in law, Al, bought whatever was cheap at the package
store on post. I shared many an Old Milwaukee or Meisterbrau with him until, in
his 60's a meddling Veterans Administration physician convinced him that his
daily beer was bad for him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Beer, in my past seemed to have been just plain beer.&nbsp; Lagers, ales, pilsners, 3.2 "near
beer", wheat beers, or stouts, good or bad it was just "beer
flavored" beer.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Today, with the world getting smaller, we are
blessed in having easy access to beers of all types, both foreign and&nbsp; domestic. For this reason, my taste for
"American lawn cutting beer," as I once heard a German braumeister
describe it, has plummeted over the last 30 years.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzi298gt5zpbTlMgqsrpBQVgWFxniHdH81yF9xUG_3aRuhtJT0CYCQjAxLPCj3lGEjYeaYRjCTyLPZ_ZBCCF5v4KutOpdZICJePV46s8qLWSkulPB1sssHzGpEwH7ehcDwGIsYEbB2B0UA/s1600/Cornucopia.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzi298gt5zpbTlMgqsrpBQVgWFxniHdH81yF9xUG_3aRuhtJT0CYCQjAxLPCj3lGEjYeaYRjCTyLPZ_ZBCCF5v4KutOpdZICJePV46s8qLWSkulPB1sssHzGpEwH7ehcDwGIsYEbB2B0UA/s1600/Cornucopia.JPG" width="200" /></a><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Today, there is an interesting trend in American beer that
would have probably failed in the not too distant past. It seems there is a
rush to see what flavors can be added to beer. We have&nbsp; lemon, lime, apricot, pumpkin, peach, clamato,
chocolate, raspberry, grapefruit, and green chile beer—just to name a few.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">If I may draw a conclusion based on the stores
I frequent, this is an almost wholly American phenomena.&nbsp; I have tried all of those mentioned once.&nbsp; I did not find any that were good enough to buy a second time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Beer-based drinks have long existed in England and Germany.
While there are a few seen in the US today, for example the Michelada and Red Beer
(both of which are excellent if you make your own), one wonders if the trend
here for fairly tasteless, pre-packaged flavored beers, is because people are
too lazy to "roll their own". While a number of the beers produced
are OK, there are several that are poor imitations of flavored sparkling
water.&nbsp; Thinking of big “B” now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">With the increasing popularity of "flavored"
beers, I thought I would offer up some of my favorite beer-based recipes, or
what the Germans call “<i>biermischungen</i>.” &nbsp;Taking
time to make your beverage is a sure way to increase your pleasure as you savor
your efforts. Making your own also let's you titrate the mix to your own
taste.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXMe61erfW-stWFNih3XSp56GXvyJgr7Zd6jLvoJTOjsMCujRzwlmQ20wIZsF66sXdJz8OZJyIDc-ENvDJaU6vmf_tYsstVDMqwoecvFJwa_d-qRvoejvB-ovSPRiH5xmR3JnjXkcFYgv/s1600/Lexi.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXMe61erfW-stWFNih3XSp56GXvyJgr7Zd6jLvoJTOjsMCujRzwlmQ20wIZsF66sXdJz8OZJyIDc-ENvDJaU6vmf_tYsstVDMqwoecvFJwa_d-qRvoejvB-ovSPRiH5xmR3JnjXkcFYgv/s1600/Lexi.jpg" width="200" /></a><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">First, the <i>Dog's Nose</i>,
&nbsp;is simply a glass of ale with a dash of
gin.&nbsp; This drink dates to the early 1800’s.
According to various texts, it was favored by British sailors and coachmen. This
is also an easy drink to enjoy at your favorite watering hole.&nbsp; I order a glass of ale with a shot of gin on
the side and build it myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of bitter beer, and a bottle of old fashioned ginger beer mixed together and
only imbibed on the hottest summer days after rowing.” A nice, light
summer cooler.&nbsp; It dates as far back as
the 1600’s.&nbsp; Served in venues as
dissimilar as inns and tea gardens, it was often paired with cheese and
biscuit and considered a refreshing drink for walkers and bicyclists.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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(Mule) is Germany's answer to the <i>Dog's
Nose</i>. Like the others listed here, it is a quick recipe. Add about 1 oz gin
and 1 oz. lemon juice (juice of 1/2 a lemon) to a beer glass and fill with
beer. I have no idea how old this is, but it is great with bratwurst and sauerkraut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is a “biermichunge” that is definitely on the fruity side.&nbsp; Add about 1 oz. raspberry syrup to a beer
glass and fill with hefeweizen. I prefer Monin raspberry syrup. &nbsp;If you use Steinhager instead of raspberry
syrup, you have a Berlinerweisse mit Strippe (with stripper.)&nbsp; If &nbsp;beer
with fruit overtones appeals to you, try a bit of any of the Monin syrups, but
go lightly. &nbsp;You will get some
interesting results.&nbsp; If you do not want
to buy, or use, an expensive German hefewiesen, you can substitute Blue Moon
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(Bicyclist) seems to be a 1950’s or 60’s innovation.&nbsp; One story says that&nbsp; a group of bicyclists stopped at a gasthaus
and the owner, not having enough beer, mixed it with lemonade.&nbsp; The <i>Radler</i>
is 50/50 mix of beer and lemonade. Best with a marzenbier or lager. I use San
Pelligrino Limonata or Aranciata, as the lemonade, since they are not too sweet
and lend a nice citrus tang.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Ralph Waldo Emerson said: “All life is an experiment.&nbsp; The more experiments you make the better.”&nbsp; In addition to buying some of the “flavored” concoctions
coming from the brewers, try your own. You might be surprised.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0q2a-DmAuTdSPlhgkiyNJh2MBoc-W26qhPHUP2FLp68pCl5fHGd_wxbffmtEN9uIaQrl1u4wvrVi7jtL2fpFN_YmGQ0rd3pvT_ewmU2Nuc_9BSMgPgjpyCuEco0kf0CutYRroam5-KRI0/s1600/Triestepcard.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0q2a-DmAuTdSPlhgkiyNJh2MBoc-W26qhPHUP2FLp68pCl5fHGd_wxbffmtEN9uIaQrl1u4wvrVi7jtL2fpFN_YmGQ0rd3pvT_ewmU2Nuc_9BSMgPgjpyCuEco0kf0CutYRroam5-KRI0/s1600/Triestepcard.JPG" height="141" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Two
years ago, several members of my family had the opportunity to return to Italy,
visit family, and do the obligatory tourist rounds.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I asked my brother George to see if he could
find me a vintage, or any, Italian bar book. After much searching, and asking
around, he reported that he had been told there were none and that, in Italy,
drinks were not measured.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Neither
sounded likely.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To make any drink, as in
preparing food, a basic recipe is needed.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The ingredients need to be added in appropriate amounts and mixed in an
appropriate manner. While a skilled bartender may not use an actual measuring
device, he/she can make an accurate pour through practice.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since mankind (and womankind) have a
compulsion to chronicle any topic of interest, from ardvaarks to zydeco, where were
those elusive Italian mixology texts?</span></div>
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told there were none, like being told something cannot be done (or shouldn’t be
done), is a challenge too good to pass on.&nbsp;
I set out to find a trophy for my collection and, in twenty-four hours, there
were two being shipped from Italy despite outrageous shipping charges.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Those
of you who grew up post-internet do not fully realize how easy life has become.
Back in the 60's, when I was studying geology,&nbsp;
doing research meant spending endless hours in a dull&nbsp; library, without coffee or beer, poring over
index card files. &nbsp;Then, with a fistful
of notes, &nbsp;roaming the stacks looking for
texts that were often not there, or did not have the hoped for information. &nbsp;After exhausting the local university library,
you would travel to another seeking the elusive grains of gold for your
research paper. Today, you can sit with your electronic device of choice, in
your skivvies with a cup of joe, browse the contents of libraries around the
world, then request the titles at your local library. Damn young whipper-snappers
just don't know when they have it good!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGmche8XiGGc3phhNqzwpzgyvW3SxTObBkst29x4HFA-f48tqAXM7jnvrUq6TJaQTOpzmSwgc-cFqYSKYdhoUVhJ4-u7Ed4aMPHUSc7gO99unrayCbuDg9pSHefhmMRcKaFamMCy4dWON/s1600/TragosMagicos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGmche8XiGGc3phhNqzwpzgyvW3SxTObBkst29x4HFA-f48tqAXM7jnvrUq6TJaQTOpzmSwgc-cFqYSKYdhoUVhJ4-u7Ed4aMPHUSc7gO99unrayCbuDg9pSHefhmMRcKaFamMCy4dWON/s1600/TragosMagicos.jpg" height="200" width="142" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trying
the easy way first, searching eBay, over my morning coffee, was a bust.&nbsp;&nbsp; There were several rather dull looking Italian
pieces from the 1980's or newer, nothing I felt worth the effort to order or work
with.&nbsp; Not all was lost though.&nbsp; I found a bargain priced, odd little 70’s drink
book from Venezuela entitled <i>Tragos
Magicos</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Deciding
the bigger gun of a serious resource was in order, I went to my favorite online
used bookseller, AbeBooks, and the hunt was on.&nbsp;
Hunting a book online when you do not have a title, author or publisher,
is a matter of utilizing key words.&nbsp; What
key words would you use in searching for a mixology text in a foreign language?
Think about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;I once worked with a physician who was an excellent
diagnostician.&nbsp; Like <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dr.
House of TV fame, he could diagnose unusual illnesses with minimal information,
later to be proven correct in testing. A favorite saying of his was
"Common things are common."&nbsp; In
other words, you need to rule out the ordinary before you move to the
exotic.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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there are many words related to imbibing, sometimes the obvious are the best.
The word I use is "cocktail" in its various translations.&nbsp; Though the term limits you to books from the
late 1800's forward and will totally miss specialty books dedicated to punches or
other esoterica (for example, the German text <i>Bowlen und Punche</i>), it is a great starting point.&nbsp; The down-side to key word searches is that
you may end up with hundreds of titles to peruse, many of which are totally
unrelated to what you seek.&nbsp; Italian
drink books of quality do seem to be as scarce as hens teeth. &nbsp;I successfully located two<i>, i cocktails</i> and <i>Il Barman e
i Suoi Cocktails</i>. Both are well worth having and the former is todays topic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When
it comes to enjoyable books, some are a pleasure to read, others a pleasure to
look at.&nbsp; <i>i cocktails</i> is a blend of both.&nbsp;
Written by Luigi Veronelli, published in 1963, <i>i cocktails </i>is a hefty 365 pages including the index. The recipes
include the old, as the Bee's Knees, and the obscure like the Zakusky and
Monachino.&nbsp; Perusing the index of
recipes, one is led to believe that <i>i
cocktail</i> is an amalgam of drinks from around the world. If you enjoy gin as
I do, there are over 200 recipes calling for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the visual individual, the book is a cornucopia of liqour labels. These labels
are not the usual color photos as found in so many publications. In <i>i cocktails</i> there is page after page of
heavy paper with individual labels neatly mounted, usually two to the
page.&nbsp; The lables represent products from
around the world.&nbsp; Very Old Fitzgerald -
Barrelled in 1955 bottled in 1963, Cederlund Schwedenpunsch, Drioli Marachino
and Tequila Sauza are but a few.&nbsp; I am
inclined to think the labels genuine since the Sauza label has printing on the
back that would only be seen from the opposite side of the bottle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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recipe that indicates the number of servings (usually two), the type of&nbsp; glass in which to serve, how to mix (mixing
glass or shaker), and if the drink is short, long, or hot.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">measure are always a challenge to translate.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sure, a gocce (drop) in Italy, is susceptible
to the same laws of physics as a</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">drop in
the New Mexico desert, but when we get to bicchiere and bicchierino, glass and
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recipe where all the units of measure for liquor are identical, all bicchiere
or all bicchierino, the recipe is easily converted into a ratio.&nbsp; When we combine dis-similar units, we need to
know what each unit’s volume is. The chart below will help in translating
volumes of measure in Italian cocktail books. Unfortunately, Italian measures
seem to have as many differences in definition as Italy has had governments
since World War II, so the selection shown is the product of multiple sources.</span></div>
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completed the laborious task of converting measures, we may now attempt the
pleasurable task of&nbsp; mixing a unique
drink from an allegedly non-existent book.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Being
an enthusiast of both gin and Campari, I was pleased to find yet another&nbsp; cocktail using both. If you enjoy an
occasional Americano or Negroni, you will probably enjoy the "Gin On
Top" cocktail.&nbsp; Served in a chilled
cocktail glass it is an excellent aperitif. &nbsp;Having the peculiar moniker of "Gin On
Top" would lead you to believe it is a layered drink, but this is not
so.&nbsp; It is a conventionally prepared,
stirred not shaken, cocktail. &nbsp;In real
life, I prefer shaken cocktails as I like mine colder&nbsp; than the proverbial witches' breast in a
brass brassiere.&nbsp; The introduction of air
causing a cloudy&nbsp; drink, and hence
"bruising" it, is of little importance to me. For me, there is no
discernible difference in taste. Neanderthal that I am, I also do not raise my
pinkie when I drink tea, or other beverages, &nbsp;unlike a well-bred&nbsp; Canadian I once worked with in Etobicoke (who
disliked me for being "loud", and I him for being prissy) -- but that
is another story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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drink is distinctly on the bitter side. I find it best served with cheeses,
crackers, or other hors d ovres&nbsp; of your
choosing. This recipe for two, would work well in three smaller, old school
cocktail glasses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">150 ml
dry gin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Campari<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lemon juice (1/2 lemon) filtered to remove pulp<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ice in mixing glass. Pour in the lemon juice, dry gin and Campari. Stir briskly
with bar spoon, leave one or two seconds, then stir again slowly. Serve
immediately in chilled cocktail glass garnished with a wild strawberry (in the New Mexico desert, you will get powerful thirsty looking for a wild strawberry)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was lying in bed at 0300 wondering what my
next blog would be.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have several
topics in mind, but none fully developed. When fighting insomnia, my mind often
drifts back to past careers, usually nursing. This free thought in the wee
hours led to today's blog on taste and potables.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">When
thinking of "nursing" and "drink," simultaneously, the
obvious link is abuse of alcohol rather than the occasional cocktail or glass
of wine.&nbsp; Truly, I can tell horror
stories about the excessive intake of intoxicants but preferring to preach
moderation in all things, today's blog is less about drink, than taste.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">As an RN on
a&nbsp; pediatrics floor, I adopted the
practice of tasting the oral medications that I administered to my patients.
This helped me anticipate problems and come up with creative ways to mask the
taste of most, but not all, unpleasant drugs.&nbsp;
The worst, and least palatable, was prednisolone liquid. It taints everything that you put it in or
on, leaving you with a greater volume of yuck for the patient to deal with. In
one study, close to 20% of the kids taking it vomited; not from
allergy, or adverse reaction, but rather from perceived nastiness of taste and
mouth-feel. I can vouch for this from personal experience and, I would like to
state for the record, that there is a world of difference between having a
child upchuck on you, and having an adult who has been intemperate do so. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">As a side
note, there are many medical studies in the literature that do relative taste
comparisons of drugs within a class, many of which are practically
interchangeable, however physicians seldom seem to read those articles and have
an instinctive knack for selecting medications most foul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">When it
comes to drink, whether we are talking soft drinks, beer, wine, small batch
gin, single malt scotch, or mixed drinks, taste is an interesting topic. We
enjoy sharing descriptions, both verbal and photographic, of savory repasts, of
tasty drinks and memorable spirits. There are many sites like TripAdvisor that
let us share on a grand scale.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">As with
religion, many people espouse their personal taste as the only true taste and
display a marked superiority and intolerance for others whose taste is
different.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Hard-core
scotch worshippers are a good example, with all their talk of single malts, whether
taken neat or with a splash of water.&nbsp;
Personally, while I think Laphroaig Cairdeas is about as good a scotch
as any I have tasted, I prefer scotch in mixed drinks – Oh heresy of
heresies!&nbsp; I would rather have a "Mamie
Taylor" or a "Cameron's Kick Cocktail" than a pour of any fine scotch. As an added
incentive, any scotch-based mixed drink does as well using a cheap scotch like
Clan McGregor as it does with its pricey upscale cousins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Recently,
seeking new "old" drinks to try, I have made several that&nbsp; range from "I don't care for this"
to "This is pretty awful" and would like to share one from each end
of the spectrum.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The first,
an “I don’t care for this,” is from a classic text, </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Flowing Bowl - What and When to Drink,</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;by Willie
Schmidt. Published in 1892, it is a great collection of&nbsp;recipes as served in the "Gay 90's"
(a moniker originating when gay still meant light-hearted, not an orientation).
While I found most recipes in the book decent or better, the "Gin Puff" is one
to have had for the sake of having.&nbsp;
Having had two, it is hard to imagine desiring a third. The first was
made using small batch Hendrick's, a dry gin, the second with Hayman's Old
Tom.&nbsp; The Old Tom preparation was
slightly better but fell a long ways from good.&nbsp;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My best
guess is that the Gin Puff was one of those "hair of the dog"
concoctions designed to clear a “morning after” fog, rather than a drink to be
had while the senses are still acute.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">The
all-time winner of the "drink so bad you wouldn't serve it to your
mother-in-law" award has to be the "St. Barbara."&nbsp; Saint Barbara is the patron saint of almost all
occupations involving fire or explosives.&nbsp;
While it appears in one of my German cocktail books from the early
1900's, the choice of ingredients would suggest that this drink is English in origin, containing scotch, absinthe and Worcestershire in equal parts. One may&nbsp;surmise that the St. Barbara may have been
the regimental toast of the Queens Own Cannon-Cockers or the "dare you to drink this" initiation
beverage for the Grand Order of Powder Monkeys.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One rule of
making mixed drinks is to only use quality ingredients. To every rule there is
an exception and the St. Barbara is one. Using quality ingredients is
pointless. Being out of Clan McGregor scotch, I substituted 12 year
Glenlivet.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That did not help. The
concoction tastes like anise flavored Worcestershire.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Paired with a nice meat loaf, or lamb and
leek pie at your favorite English pub, the St. Barbara might work in tiny sips with a
mouthful of food. I have no desire to test it further.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Despite the
number of questionable liquids that I have consumed (including gasoline while
siphoning), or mixed, including those above, I have yet to find any as vile in
taste as that prednisolone of bygone days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">In my last blog, I mentioned a
book by H.i. Williams, <i>3 Bottle Bar.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="'Lucida Sans', sans-serif">Let me
begin by saying that I have always had a fascination with oddities in names -
quirks in the spelling, why people have the names they have, or where names
originated.</span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">Thirty
years ago, I met a woman, now long passed, named Voltarine. She spelled her
name as I have written it.&nbsp; Not having
encountered that name previously, I asked her if the name had a family
history.&nbsp; Those of you well read, and interested
in feminist studies, are probably thinking “She must have been named after
Voltairine de Cleyre, feminist writer and orator, and her parents misspelled
her name.”&nbsp; Not so.&nbsp; Voltarine explained that her parents were
enthusiasts of Voltaire and thought that Voltarine would be the feminine derivative
of his name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">I am
terrible with names, even those of people I know well.&nbsp; At the store a few weeks ago I ran into a
nurse that I had recently worked with for five years. I repeatedly called her “Kathy”
(the name of an RN I hadn’t worked with in 15 years) instead of Marianne. She
did not correct me and it didn’t dawn on me until I had gotten home. I still
remember Voltarine Williams’ full name, because of her little story, though we
met but twice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">On
another occasion, when employed as lead nurse in a pediatric clinic, I was
attending to a mother whose sons were named Donatello, Michelangelo, Leonardo
and Raphael. When I asked if she liked Italian art, she gave me a puzzled
look.&nbsp; I then explained that I was
curious about the names of her sons.&nbsp; As
you have probably guessed, she had named them after the Ninja Turtles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">In the hospital, and clinics,
where a large part of the patient population spoke only Spanish, I made my name
a private pun.&nbsp; Some Spanish speakers
have difficulty with the name “Charles.”&nbsp;
Knowing this, and since I conversed with these patients in passable
medical Spanish, I would introduce myself as Carlos Madera – a literal translation
of my given name.&nbsp; For a time, it caused
some confusion among co-workers when I was asked for by that name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">Back to
the book and the name of interest. &nbsp;The
first thing I noticed about <i>3 Bottle Bar</i>
was the curious spelling of the authors name on the fly leaf.&nbsp; Initials capital “H.” lower case “i.” Surely
there had to be a story.&nbsp; I was correct. &nbsp;H.i. Williams was born Harney Isham Williams
in Ladoga, Indiana, 1886.&nbsp; In his youth,
his friends took to calling him “Hi.”&nbsp;
This name stuck and he used it throughout his life in both a personal,
and professional, capacity.&nbsp; “Hi” is
certainly an easier handle to remember than “Harney” or “Isham” and conveys a
friendly nature.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">His book,
<i>3 Bottle Bar - Hospitality Poured From 3
Bottles, </i>published in 1943, is a rather thin book on mixology. A mere 64
pages, with 26 personally created recipes. You might overlook it as a potential
addition to your collection.&nbsp; The drinks
aren’t bad and it is an easy to find out-of-print book, on eBay or Amazon, for less
than $15 in hardback.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">In <i>3 Bottle Bar</i>, Hi talks about only
needing three bottles of liquor to make most drinks requested by guests -
whiskey, gin, and dry white wine (which he substitutes for vermouth). In the
section entitled <i>Afterthoughts</i>, he relents
and says that it would be OK to expand to a 5 bottle bar, adding rum and scotch
if desired.&nbsp; In the course of his book,
like most other authors of the genre, he offers suggestions on how to best
prepare a drink, requirements for a bar, and related trivia.&nbsp; I like his less than elitist attitude
regarding liquors.&nbsp; Discussing “whiskey,”
he does not mean bourbon or rye. He suggests using whichever whiskey you enjoy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">You may
be thinking, “Meh, doesn’t sound like much to bother with.”&nbsp; There is more.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">A large
part of the pleasure of using a vintage drink book, or a favorite cookbook, is
that the handful of paper is a tangible link in a chain to the the past.&nbsp; A link not only to those who used that book,
but to the author who wrote it.&nbsp; While H.i.
Williams appears to be merely the writer of a mildly entertaining bar book, he
was so much more. To quote the foreward to <i>3
Bottle Bar:</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">In
earlier years, he relied on drawing as his medium, and he did well with it;
painting followed, and he did well with it, too. Currently photography is his
choice, and his colorful compositions, which are reproduced in millions of
magazines each month, have identified H.i. Williams as one of the foremost
photographers in America.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">H.i.
Williams career spanned 50 years.&nbsp; He was
renown for his contribution to the “food as fashion” movement of the 1930’s.
This influenced advertising art as we know it today. He was much sought after
for his ability to create engaging, brightly colored commercial photographs of
food.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">A
graduate of the Cincinnati Academy of Art, he earned reputation as a sculptor
and artist.&nbsp; In 1919, he moved on to New
York and became a commercial photograper in the 1920s.&nbsp; Williams shot iconic compositions for many companies
including Fiestaware and Fleishmanns Yeast. Pillsbury used his images in their
advertising and on cake mix boxes. Examples of his work are in many homes
today.&nbsp; If you look, you may have some,
too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="'Lucida Sans', sans-serif">Do you remember your mothers, or
grandmothers, cookbooks of the 1930s, 40s and 50s?&nbsp; Sprinkled with pages of brightly colored,
full bleed images, of food perfectly prepared, appearing as it should when
served at the family table?&nbsp; These were
added to give the cookbooks a bit of dash and appeal to homemakers. &nbsp;Much of that color imagery was provided by
“H.i.” or his disciples.</span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">Williams
was a perfectionist. He had a test kitchen with a staff that included
professional cooks and bakers. Meats and fish were professionally cut so that
the end product would look flawless. One anecdote alleges he would have his
staff go through 20 boxes of crackers to find those that were “pristine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">Creating
his compositions was time consuming.&nbsp; He
would first meticulously arrange the layout, when it was completed to his
satisfaction, he would discard and replace anything that was damaged or had lost
its’ look of freshness.&nbsp; Only then would
he photograph the result.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">I have a
friend, Mark, who likes to say, regarding selling, that “it is the
sizzle that sells the bacon.”&nbsp; Well, H.i.
Williams put the sizzle in food advertising and cookbooks. For this, he was
recognized world-wide, and virtually every professional photography magazine of
the 1940’s and 1950’s featured interviews as well as articles about his work and
techniques.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">The
photographic process Williams favored to make food appear life-like is known as the
trichrome carbro.&nbsp; Carbro is short for
carbon and bromide. The trichrome carbro is very time intensive. Taking 80, or
more, steps, it is said that a person working a 40 hour week could complete
about twelve of these photographs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">The trichrome carbro process requires
three negatives taken utilizing red, green, and blue filters.&nbsp; These negatives are then transferred to
pigmented gelatin sheets which when developed, are then layered. Registration
has to be perfect to achieve the final color image.&nbsp; While this is a very quick and dirty
explanation, the results are impressive. There are many articles online that explain the process
more completely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">3 Bottle Bar</span></i><span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">, is a book by a creative genius of the advertising
age whose influence is wide spread. As a link to a bit of modern history, the
text is an item of drink related arcana worthy of your attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="&quot;Lucida Sans&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">From <i>3 Bottle Bar,</i> the drink of the day is the
<i>Carbro</i>. A drink by&nbsp; H.i. Williams, with a name of his choosing
that we can now understand and appreciate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It recently came to my attention that this is 73<sup>rd</sup>
anniversary of the US Army’s issuance of a request for proposals that
culminated in the manufacture of the venerable jeep.&nbsp; This brought back personal memories, as well
as an opportunity to mention a forgotten cocktail that did not achieve the fame
of its namesake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As a young man, I passed through a stage of life in which I
was enamored of 4 wheel drive vehicles, particularly “jeeps”.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had always liked old pick-up trucks.&nbsp; My first love was a green, two-wheel drive, 1951 Dodge truck,
fresh from a farm. This truck came complete with “three on the tree,” half-moon hubcaps, bald
snow tires, a rotted out wood bed and rust in the running boards and
fenders.&nbsp; It did have a working radio and
heater.&nbsp; What could be better than that?&nbsp; Only something as reliable, as sexy as a sow,
and with 4 wheel drive – obviously a Jeep!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The military variants of the jeep are no more closely
related to the modern civilian toys than the Wright brothers Flyer 1 is to a
Boeing 777. &nbsp;The basic construction,
power train, and hardware were incredibly simple and lent themselves to easy maintenance and field expedient repairs.&nbsp;
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On one occasion, when the fuel pump failed on an M38A1, I
rode 20 miles on a dirt road in the Gila Wilderness, sitting on the cowl, while pouring gas into the carburetor.&nbsp;
After removing the windshield, a friend drove while I poured the gas
from a canteen cup, into an improvised aluminum foil funnel that was wrapped
around a piece of rubber tubing. &nbsp;The
tubing was jammed onto the carburetor fuel line, which we had bent upward.&nbsp; The other passenger refilled my canteen cup
from a 5 gallon jerry can sans spout. Gasoline was splashed everywhere.&nbsp; When we finally got to civilization, I had a
pretty good chemical dermatitis on my hands and torso, and smelled like a
refinery.&nbsp; I don’t recommend trying this
at home, as it was clearly a case of God protecting “fools, lovers and
drunkards.” Unfortunately, we were the former rather than the latter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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for a 4WD vehicle was turned into reality by my father-in-law, Al.&nbsp; When I told Al that I would like to buy a jeep
from a surplus yard in El Paso, but was short the money and mechanical talent
to restore it, he offered up the needed funds and the mechanical know-how.&nbsp; Al was a retired Army mechanic who had been
raised on a poor farm in Michigan.&nbsp;&nbsp; Though
a functional illiterate, he could fabricate, restore, or otherwise return to
life damn near anything.&nbsp; While a
difficult person, his “can do” belief that everything broken could be fixed, and
that everything needed can be made or found, augmented by a staunch refusal to
accept otherwise, is still a wonder.&nbsp;
This life lesson has stood me well, and I have tried to pass it on to my
children.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The first jeep we rebuilt was a 1955 Willys M170 Frontline
Ambulance.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It had a Hurricane F-head engine
with an accursed Carter YF carburetor, a T-90 3-speed transmission (which I had
to tear down and rebuild a second time after finding an omitted synchronizer
ring in a rag), Dana transfer case and axles, and a super heavy duty suspension
since the jeep was designed to handle a driver, passenger, and three litters.&nbsp; Best of all, it had features that would make
any vehicle a dream.&nbsp; Ample storage
compartments in both wheel wells and under the passenger jump seat, canvas covered
wheel well bench cushions, which along with the front seats that were resistant
to foul weather. The passenger jump seat could be hung from a bar on the dash
to make room for a third stretcher – or camping gear, and the spare tire was
carried vertically in a wheel well next to the passenger.&nbsp; All this, plus it still had the original
military paint and insignia. It was as if all my adolescent dreams had come true.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was rebuilt the&nbsp;year we were married, and I spent more time with my father-in-law building the
jeep, than with my wife—something she has reminded me many times over the last
four decades.&nbsp; I was oblivious to
everything except the jeep project.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">From the first, the M170 was so much more useful than the 1964
VW that it had replaced.<span style="color: red;">&nbsp; </span>Once, parked in a dirt lot, I returned
from class and found my “jeep” hemmed in on all sides.&nbsp; No problem!&nbsp;
I engaged the 4 wheel drive and pushed the car in front of me out of the
way so that I could leave.&nbsp;</span></div>
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jerk.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The following year I went into the Army and the M170 stayed
with us. We struggled through a blizzard in Raton Pass to get to my first duty
station, Fitzsimmons Army Hospital, Denver Colorado. &nbsp;Later, it easily, albeit slowly climbed the mostly
dirt and gravel road up Pikes Peak, while newer automobiles sat overheated at
the side of the road.&nbsp; I fondly recall
watching my very pregnant wife, in the short dresses of the early 70’s, stepping
high over the spare tire to get to the jump seat and, on a later trip,
complaining about oil dripping from the oil pressure sending unit onto her
stockings (imagine a time when women wore stockings everywhere, even in a
jeep!).&nbsp; I told her, quite seriously,
that it was “clean oil.”&nbsp; A very poorly
received comment. Young men can be such boors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Serving in the military, vehicle parts were amazingly easy
for an enterprising soldier to acquire – Korean War vintage run-flat tires from
Rocky Mountain Arsenal, fuel, oil and water pumps from sundry Army Reserve units,
assorted parts as needed from military cannibalization points, and litters from
the hospital (the litters were also our first bed, until we could afford used
furniture, at my next duty station).&nbsp; It
was a first rate vehicle, fit to pass any inspection. When it broke down, it
was usually a minor problem that, with what I had learned from Al, was repairable
with basic tools and bruised knuckles.&nbsp;
The most persistent, and annoying, problems were vapor lock and a
sticking carburetor float.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The last trip we made in the M170 was truly epic. &nbsp;Keep in mind this was our family car, not a
beater used for hunting and fishing.&nbsp; In
1973, on a two week leave, we travelled from San Antonio, Texas to New York City,
by way of Jacksonville, Florida, then back.&nbsp;
We started with $50 cash and a gas credit card. &nbsp;This would be a journey of over 3800 miles.&nbsp; I planned to drive long days and minimize
expenses by staying with relatives along the way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, for those of you driving those pimp-mobiles that pass
for a modern Jeep, the drive may sound a little long, but not particularly
difficult.&nbsp; Try it in hot weather,
without air conditioning but with engine heat radiating through the firewall,
an incredibly stiff suspension - not so wonderful now, run-flat tires so hard
you felt every pebble in the asphalt, a top speed of 55 mph – the very
definition of “getting nowhere fast”, hard rubberized horse hair seats which,
by the end of the day,&nbsp; felt like sitting
on sandbags, a 6 month old child in a bassinet, and
a German wife ready to point out any shortcomings I might have missed. Also,
there was no radio to break the monotony or drown out heat and fatigue inspired
tirades.&nbsp; Trip safety planning meant
taking my 9mm FN Hi-power, a fire extinguisher, an extra fuel pump, water pump,
and oil pump, and a few hand tools.&nbsp; Seat
belts and air bags were not part of the picture. Thinking about it still makes
me tired. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The trip was a series of minor adventures. Somewhere outside Houma, Louisiana we broke down.&nbsp; It was a simple problem, once found.&nbsp; A loose distributor ground, repaired with a
minimum of snarling.&nbsp; My&nbsp;main memory of Houma
is the suffocating heat.&nbsp; It was hotter
than the hinges of Hades and the humidity had to be 110%.&nbsp;In Tuscaloosa,
Alabama, we were rear ended by a lady driving an Olds 88, slightly damaging our
left rear quarter panel.&nbsp; We ran out of
gas in Quincy, Florida late at night. I hitched a ride to a gas station, with
some teenagers, while my wife and child stayed in the car. &nbsp;My spouse remembers that night slightly
differently. She recalls being alone and afraid, in the dark, with the baby.&nbsp; Days later, safely arriving in New York, we were
just in time for rush hour traffic. My wife was incredibly tense and annoying
as a “backseat<span style="color: red;"> </span>driver.” I felt great driving the only cool vehicle
on the road in New York City.&nbsp; No lack of
hubris in that other me of long ago.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ultimately, this trip
was the death knell of the M170. &nbsp;Getting
home, we were all tired and sore.&nbsp; I could
barely tolerate having to use the jeep to go to work at Brooke Army Medical
Center.&nbsp; Within weeks of returning, I
sold the M170 to a fellow sergeant for $400, along with plenty of spare parts
and GI manuals so generously provided by Uncle Sam.&nbsp; Sadly, when sold, I told him that I thought
the oil pump was failing and to install one of the spares.&nbsp; Lazier than even I, he failed to do so and,
ignoring the oil pressure gauge, seized up the engine two weeks later. While
the M170 was followed by a Jeep Commando and two M38A1’s, none were so loved,
nor so traveled, but all have their stories.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The drink I choose to pair with this blog, is called “The
Jeep.”&nbsp;It comes from the <i>3 Bottle Bar</i> by H.i. Williams, 1943. No,
the little “i” in the second initial is not a typo. Born Harney Isham Williams,
he went by “H.i.” in credits, or when he signed his name.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The drink, the author says, is “<i>Designed for rough sledding, the Jeep has a three power drive with a
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT90SUxZwOewT8ciQGsmyXDLL06vDdm0vodSJ2satthisISFGtam4prBaBDVOL6zrLk-aVgxo7OQuZ3R0qm5sgqmi5P19DebyjXeQF7sUUuHmcbY3ZK2cT5pEb7_k7hAzzblCiCXGMHjXG/s1600/JeepDrink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT90SUxZwOewT8ciQGsmyXDLL06vDdm0vodSJ2satthisISFGtam4prBaBDVOL6zrLk-aVgxo7OQuZ3R0qm5sgqmi5P19DebyjXeQF7sUUuHmcbY3ZK2cT5pEb7_k7hAzzblCiCXGMHjXG/s1600/JeepDrink.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In older bar books, when gin was not otherwise specified
as "dry," "Plymouth" or "Holland," an Old Tom was the choice inferred.&nbsp; Old Tom gins, sweeter and generally milder
tasting, are harder to find now, but very pleasant to the palate in a mixed
drink or cocktail.&nbsp; I used <i>Brothers Old Tom Gin</i>, made here in New
Mexico by the Left Turn Distillery of Albuquerque. For “whiskey”, I used <i>Old Overholt </i>rye, an American classic, as
I personally find rye whiskey more pleasant and less “boozey” in mixed
drinks.&nbsp; The wine was a nice,
inexpensive, California <i>Beringer Chenin
Blanc</i>.&nbsp;The juice came from two tiny
Cutie oranges.&nbsp;Cheers!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thanks to eBay, Amazon, AbeBooks, and COAS - my local used
bookstore, I have a collection of 90+ books related to Drink, ranging from Willie
Schmidts' 1892 treatise <i>The Flowing Bowl</i>
to recent works such as <i>To Have And Have
Another</i> by Phillip Greene. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here in southern New Mexico, drinking is largely Bud, in its
various forms, and margaritas. Hardly more interesting, probably less so, than
in the 60's when I frequented the Kentucky Club and Freds' Rainbow Bar in
Juarez, Mexico. At least the drinks were cheap, the Mexican beer good, and the
50 cent sandwiches at Freds' took care of the munchies. The pursuit of engaging
bar books, and mixing mostly forgotten drinks from the past, is a nice way to
add something special to an ordinary day and an opportunity to share thoughts,
and drinks with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Several of my books are German, dating from 1905 to 1920. A
favorite is the </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lexikon Der Getranke</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">
(Encyclopedia of Drinks)1913, by Leybold &amp; Schönfeld, fellows of the
Internationalen Barkeepers-Union, Cöln.&nbsp;
The </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lexikon</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> is a 296 page
compendium&nbsp; of&nbsp; drinks and vintage advertisements for booze,
bars, and purveyors to the trade.&nbsp; The
recipes include American, German, and European mixed drinks.</span></div>
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(Regimental Mixtures).&nbsp; Comprised of&nbsp; 23 pages listing regimental “mixtures,” there
are 181 drinks alone for infantry regiments.&nbsp;
Every possible organization seems to be mentioned. Do you fancy yourself
in a tchapka sipping the traditional drink of the 3<sup>rd</sup> Prussian Uhlans,
or have just finished your model railroad layout and want to celebrate your
success with the drink the Eisenbahner (railway men) toasted with?&nbsp; <i>Lexikon
Der Getranke</i> has the answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While, in my opinion, a great book, there are a couple of
burrs under the saddle. The units of measure can be odd, and some of the
ingredients have disappeared or are difficult to obtain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The measures in this book may drive you to drink, or perhaps
to a modern English cocktail book that will not have you grinding your teeth.
The recipes vary from the simple ratio measurements still used today, to the
more esoteric measures of an era long past.&nbsp;
Like many vintage tomes dedicated to mixology, German books seem to be
notoriously poor in defining the unit volume of a measure. When asked to add a
Likörglas, or Portweinglas, how much liquor do you use? Today, you cannot even get
oenophiles to agree on the size, or shape, of a port glass.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apparently, these measures were once more precise than
simply grabbing a small, or not so small, glass.&nbsp; In the <i>Handbuch
Der Krankenphlege</i> (Handbook for the Sickroom), 1904,&nbsp; and other references, I have found some
measures used in cocktail books of the day, along with their corresponding
volumes. The measures below may be helpful to those of us easily confused and
confounded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>&nbsp;</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vintage
German-English Measurement Equivalents<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Measure<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Volume<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Measure<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Volume<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Likörglas<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(liqueur glass)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">30ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Limonadenglas</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"> (Lemonade glass)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">220ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Portweinglas</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Port wine glass)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">40ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Flasche</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(bottle or flask)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">30ml – 1 L.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Content dependent<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Moccatasse</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"> (Demitasse cup)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">50ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">schuß<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a splash, or dash<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Weinglas<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Wine glass)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">125ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Essloeffel </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">or<i> Eβlöffel </i>or<i> EL</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">15ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(about 1 level Tbsp)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">mittlere
Tasse</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">&nbsp; (Medium cup)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">150ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Kinderlöffel</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Childs spoon)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">10ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">gewöhnliche
Tasse<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Ordinary cup)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">200ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<td style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 103.5pt;" valign="top" width="207"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Teelöffel</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"> or <i>Teeloeffel</i>
or <i>Teel.</i> or <i>T</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<td style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="171"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5ml<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(about 1 level tsp)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wasserglas<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Water glass)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">0.4l<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<td style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 103.5pt;" valign="top" width="207"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Messerspitze</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Knife tip)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1/8 tsp or 1 pinch<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Many, if not all, of the liquors and other ingredients are
still available, or have modern analogs, that will make a passable drink.&nbsp; The problem lies in figuring out what the odd
ingredient is so that you can make an appropriate substitute. Fortunately, we
have the internet and appreciate the fact that all, that is truthful and worth
knowing, is there.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Need to top a glass with Sauerbrunn? Easy.&nbsp; Sauerbrunn is a naturally carbonated mineral
water from the Tyrol.&nbsp; Do you live
somewhere, as I do, where choice of mineral water is bottled tap water or
Perrier &amp; S. Pelligrino?&nbsp; Quietly
slip in your favorite carbonated mineral water.&nbsp;
The bubbles don’t care how they got there and you can choose the one most
agreeable to your palate.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stuck on Stoughton’s?&nbsp;
Those bitters have been off the market since Hector was a pup.&nbsp; San Francisco Bitters makes something that is
alledgely close.&nbsp; There are all sorts of
recipes for Stoughton’s out there purporting to be correct, some in books of
the time, though nobody living is old enough to remember the original.&nbsp; The quick solution is to simply grab your
Angostura or Peychaud’s.&nbsp; You will have
just brought a dusty antique to the 21<sup>st</sup> century.&nbsp; These suggestions are heresy to some cocktail
cognecenti but, as a layman of potable potions and a back-sliding Baptist, I have
done far worse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Having made it this far, it would be abject cruelty to close
this blog without offering a tasty drink. Being summer, a "cooler"
seems most appropriate. From <i>Lexikon</i>,
the Luftshiff, or Airship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Luftshiff<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In a lemonade (8oz.) glass, add some fresh peppermint
leaves, the juice of 1/4 lemon,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and 1
1/2 oz. Rye whiskey. Add ice to half full and fill with ginger ale.&nbsp; Garnish with fruit and peppermint leaves. <i>Note:</i> I find the drink improved if,
after adding lemon and rye, you muddle the mint leaves. The first drink goes
down quickly, plan on a second. Sehr gut!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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