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...their fight against downy mildew, foe of hops. ¶From Chicago's Wahl-Henius Institute were graduated 24 brewmasters, the first class in 17 years. Orated Dr. Max Henius: "Make all efforts to keep the industry on the highest level, free from the fetters of politics and the saloon." ¶By working 24 hours a day a St. Joseph, Mo. factory was turning out ten tons of pretzels per day. Orders were two months behind...
...Avenue Hotel planned to convert a restaurant into an imitation sidewalk café and call it the Roosevelt Room. In Milwaukee where factory whistles and fire-engine sirens welcomed the return of beer the famed old Blatz Hotel revived its palm garden for German beer drinkers. ¶Moaned Anti-Saloon League's Francis Scott McBride: "The iron hand of the brewers is again in absolute control. . . ." ¶In Brooklyn the Kings County Retail Stationery & Newsdealers Association protested any state distributing plan which prohibited beer sales at stationery stores. ¶Manhattan's Fidelio Brewery placed a lithographing order...
...plea that their domestic product was cheaper and stronger than the commercial article. ¶From Florida Col. Jacob Ruppert, president of the U. S. Brewers' Association, whose Manhattan plant is set to turn out 2,000,000 bbl. per year, announced: "We'll find the old saloon completely out of the picture. We'll find prototypes of the German beer garden springing up where your average New Yorker will bring his family. . . . We should and can have 5? beer. . . . I don't see the racketeer and the chiseler as problems to be considered. Their beer...
...Claiborne announced: "As a good drinking man I'm interested in this beer bill for drinking purposes. I not only want a good glass of beer but I want a good drink of whiskey and I hope the time will come when I can walk into a decent saloon and get both." Then he sat down, chewed his cigar impatiently...
...digging," says he, "is a horrid occupation, but a bit better than begging." In Alaska and northern Canada he met many an eccentric adventurer. Dawson Tom was a cardsharp whose favorite dodge for getting free drinks was to produce what looked like a stick of dynamite in a crowded saloon, shout: "Closing time! The pub is going up!" and light the fuse. When the novelty of this trick wore off he substituted a rocket for the nonexplosive "dynamite." Finlander Kid was 103, with hair "over four yards long"; his sledges were pulled by four brown bears to whom he told...