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Tennesseans are a sporting breed, and one of the most famed sporting places in that state used to be a Nashville gambling house and saloon known as the Southern Turf. Within that four-story, knife-thin building some 30 years ago Colonel Luke Lea founded the Nashville Tennessean. Where the roulette table once stood is now the city desk. Trick doors, gaudy ceilings, elaborate decorations furnish a lurid background. A telephone switchboard marks the spot where the Southern Turf's onetime owner killed himself...
...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...
...institute in Chicago, he fled to New York, where he peddled his poems on the street at 2? apiece. Lonely, celibate, driven by feverish ambition, he tramped through the country, begging, sometimes reading and selling his poems, returned to Springfield where he published an incoherent newspaper and gave Anti-Saloon League lectures...