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...Ship, an ancient Tudor pub with sawdust on the floor, overlooking the finish line. Publican Gus Foster, an ex-lion tamer, thought some of the old boat-race flavor was missing. He remembered the time he bet his shirt against a lady's blouse-and won. "She took off her blouse right in the public bar," he said. "She was a sport, she was." For 30 years he had rented out window space on The Day, and usually quadrupled his sale of beer and short-order meals...
...well past curfew when a Cambridge University proctor, making his dignified, unhurried rounds in search of undergraduate truants, spotted two G.I.s emerging from a pub. The "bullers" (proctor's legmen) got set to grab their silk hats* and give chase. But the Americans held their ground. When he was close enough to speak without raising his voice, the proctor tipped his .mortarboard in greeting and put the traditional progging question: "Sir, are you a member of the University?" One of the G.I.s nudged his companion and demanded loudly, beerily, and in approximately these words: "Say, Eddie...
Whether they liked it or not, London barflys were getting a bit of art with their "swipes" (weak, austerity beer). Four big London brewers, Barclay, Whitbread, Watney, and Courage had combined to make pub-crawling more cultural. In 1944 they commissioned some ?5,000 worth of drawings and watercolors. Last week an installment of the traveling Pub Art Show opened at The Bull in East Shean, in old times the first coaching station out of London to the southwest. Beamed brilliant, bibulous old portraitist Augustus John: "Artists have always supported the brewery industry. Now we are getting a little reciprocity...
Last week, he finally took a decisive step to better himself. He did not quite manage the farm in Essex, but he became the licensee of a pub in Oldham, Lancashire. "Yungg Alber" was a man of feeling; like his uncle, he always took pride in making his victim's grim death throes as light and brief as possible. His new pub had an appropriate name. It was called: "Help the Poor Struggler...
...more in the Christian world"; "Look into that Bierstadt Artotype business, & see what figure a body can buy into at"; "I wish to God I could get a good pen. I'll be damned if I think any are made." . . . "Dear Charley-Look here, have the Am. Pub. Co. swindled me out of only $2,000? I thought it was five"; "I have this idea: to paint the white marble (which immediately surrounds [my] hall fireplace) the same strong red of the hall walls, & then cover it with Mr. De Forest's thin arabesque-cut brass sheets...