Word: lagering
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...further flavored by a love affair between the children of the two publicans and by the entrance of hijackers. It ends happily. For folk who enjoy anti-Prohibition propaganda on the stage, apothegms such as "The dry law is all wet" will prove appealing. A very nice, light lager was on draught in the lobby on the opening night...
President Homer LeRoy Shantz of the University of Arizona (Tucson) found lager beer bottles in the walls of his home, sent them to the Arizona Pioneers' Historical Society Museum. Helen Lee Eames, debutante stepdaughter of Henry Latham Doherty, potent oil-utility tycoon, ordered twelve Ford sport cabriolets which she will give to friends after painting silhouets on the cars "to personalize the owner's individuality." First car she embellished with horses & hounds, sent to sporting King Alfonso XIII of Spain who, last year, helped rescue a school friend of Miss Eames after she had suffered an equestrian mishap...
...many a Manhattanite the Hell Gate Brewery of George Ehret is a familiar landmark. To many more George Ehret's lager beer is a pleasant memory. Last week it was announced that the brewery would close on Aug. 1, would be sold, torn down...
...Anton Hupfel in Manhattan. In six years he became Hupfel's master brewer, and Hupfel lent him enough money, combined with what he had saved, to start a brewery of his own. George Ehret called it the Hell Gate Brewery. It was his ambition to make the best lager beer in the U. S. Fire burned down the Hell Gate Brewery. George Ehret built it up again. To get pure water he drilled an artesian well through 700 feet of rock. He would not defile good hops with city water. In 1871 he put out 33,512 barrels...
Israel Baline came to fame, however, by refusing a tip. He worked in the saloon of Nigger Mike, famed Bowery bravo of 20 years ago, was known as the Singing Waiter because he warbled as he doled out lager to the Nigger's clients. Prince Louis of Battenberg, on a slumming party, went to hear him. Warmed by the lager, or pleased with the song, the Teuton princeling profered ten cents. Baline, unaccustomed to the ways of royalty, staggered back. The riff-raff stared; up stepped a ruddy reporter, overawed both Prince and waiter with a cataclysm of questions. Next...