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OldWaldorf Bar Days

cided him that the importation of a fruit of such po–

tential popularity might prove a profitable occupation.

In

New York, Colonel Rickey's favorite Bar and

lobby had been in the Hoffman House, but he soon

found the Waldorf.

In

the early days of the brass rail

Bar, his long, gray mustache and black slouch hat

caused him often to be mistaken for Mark Twain. How–

ever, he wore glasses. He would turn up in the Bar at ·

cocktail-time and would help shut it at one o'clock in

the morning. That, however, never meant curfew to

Colonel Joe. He had a lien on the pint of rye, which,

with an equal quantity of Scotch, was cached by the

night manager of the hotel for the salvation of thirsty

patrons of the hotel who would turn up after hours

with news that they simply must have a drink, or die. And

Colonel Joe would see that he got his share of salvation.

Richard Croker, Tammany leader, and "Charlie"

Murphy, his successor, might be seen at one of the

tables, once in a while, but that Bar was no place for

secrets, and they soon transferred their patronage to a

table in the Men's Cafe.

WE HAVE WITH Us To-DAY

In

that flock of faces that, during the early years of

the century, swarmed thickest toward six o'clock, ap–

peared more than one

th~t

have since become familiar

throughout the country and wherever illustrated news–

papers are read. Just two may be here noted.

While it is safe to say Silver Dollar Smith's saloon,

its floor paved with acartwheels," as the dollar silver

coins used to be called because of their size and weight,

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