Word: taverner
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Stout: You haven't been sweating in a tavern all night, and now you don't have to go home and feed the chickens...
...code was transparent. But the need for protective secrecy on behalf of the "King's Friends" in the New World is dramatic enough. By now, the harassing of known Loyalists?an estimated 15% of the population?has reached a point that might best be described by a bit of tavern-house doggerel: "Tories with their brats and wives Should fly to save their wretched lives...
...exploded-up 114 percent in only three months, from ?3 10 shillings to ?7 10 shillings in Pennsylvania currency per barrel. New Yorkers are buying refined sugar at exactly double the cost of three months ago (1 shilling 3 pence, v. 2 shillings 6 pence per pound). And tavern keepers throughout the Colonies are bitterly protesting the intoxicated prices of West Indian rum, now running as much as 110 percent higher than last whiter. Even the humble pin is no longer humble in cost. A woman in Braintree, Massachusetts, complains: "The cry for pins is so great that what...
...drunk frequently occasion nausea, even to puking," but they are "best for skin afflictions and ulcers of all kinds, dropsies in the first stages, debility, weakness of eyes and several kinds of fits." The springs can be reached by a stagecoach that leaves from The Sign of the Lamb tavern in Boston every few days and makes the 70-mile trip for 5 dollars per person (baggage allowance: 20 pounds). Among the homes with rooms for rent: Child's, John Green's. Bristol Springs, Pennsylvania...
Next stop is Lincoln country, Springfield, Ill. Traffic is stilled at night and street lights extinguished, and a sound and light show dramatizes Lincoln's "House Divided" speech. Not far away, in the woods along the Sangamon River, the travelers visit Rutledge Tavern, where Lincoln paid only 15¢ for his meals. "You can't get a Baskin and Robbins for that today," snorts Twain. "What," inquires Trollope, "are a Baskin and Robbins...