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OldWaldorf Bar Days

make them forget the worry or turmoil of the day's

work. There were no screened doors. Anybody could

look in, and most every man who entered the Waldorf in

those days did look, at least once. It was known all over

the country; in mining camps from Mexico to Alaska,

it evoked recollections of tastes and odors tha t parched

many a throat. As a matter of fact, its fame was world–

wide.

MECCA OF THE THIRSTY

PILGRIM

Visitors to the Old Waldorf during its latter days found

difficulty, did they seek to recreate the

pictu~e

of that

great hall where Bacchus so long drew his greatest throngs

of pilgrims and devotees, and where such, in turn, drew

inspiration of the widest variety boasted by the elective

courses offered by the American School of Drinking.

Here was long a sort of fountain head. Here, cleverly

conceived by masters and put together by experts skilled

to such a degree that with eye or a deft motion of a

bottle they could gauge the flow of an alcoholic liquid to

the fraction of a drop, new drinks were composed, tested,

and then offered to tickle jaded palates, or to relieve

headaches and other aftermaths of excessive inebriation

that had sought relief elsewhere in vain. Not along the

whole length of Broadway, from the Battery to the north–

ernmost goat-grazed Harlem cliff, could one pounce upon

a pick-me-up of such potency

a~

members o'f its faculty

could deliver, and often did, to the student who was

ready to fall at their feet and drink. That pick-me-up,

research reveals, consisted of "two dashes of acid or

lemon phosphate, one-half a 'jigger of Italian Vermuth,

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