Word: saloon
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...shabby Washington walk-up languishes a lackpenny remnant of the Anti-Saloon League, making itself known only by an occasional press handout concerning increases in drunkenness. Housed nearby are the W. C. T. U. and Methodist Board of Temperance, Prohibition & Public Morals, reviving gradually from the numbing shock of Repeal. But in Manhattan last week a new temperance organization swung into action with a disavowal of oldtime rumfighters' aims and tactics...
...decades before Prohibition, those lifelong teetotalers John D. Rockefeller Jr. and his father gave the Anti-Saloon League their stanch moral support and $350,323.67. When he declared for Repeal in 1932, Mr. Rockefeller by no means meant that he was quitting his long war on liquor. Having despaired at last of temperance by statute, he set his agents searching the world for other methods of attack. To Russia he sent his old friend Everett Colby, a suave, engaging onetime New Jersey State Legislator and Republican National Committeeman, who captained Brown's football team when Mr. Rockefeller...
Aftermath was the biggest party since 1929, the most elaborate display of individual and public drunkenness since 1920. In Jack Dempsey's saloon, grizzled old J. F. ("Jafsie"') Condon told his life history to a stranger from Wisconsin. At a nearby table, Bruno Richard Hauptmann's lawyer, Lloyd Fisher, glared into a beer glass. At 5 o'clock in the morning, a bartender named Mike Hurley and 13 friends sat down in an East Side coffeepot to a breakfast of beer and a 50-lb. tuna fish, cut in steaks, which they ate down...
...roundhouse at Pueblo. Then he settled down, aged 20, to a quiet life in Las Vegas, where there were 29 killings in one month, 18 in another ten weeks, and where, as he remembered it, "one of the important events of . . . 1880 was the opening of a new saloon...
...like my uncle. He was the best man who ever lived. He always was helping somebody else. One time he found out that the young feller who tended bar at the saloon where he got his drinks was going to lose his job because he couldn't mix 'em right. Well, my uncle went down there one morning and put his foot on the brass rail and he said: 'Son, I'm agoing to stay here until you learn how to mix these drinks...