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it came into being in a community noted for the orderliness of its
thoughts and its fastidious devotion to history, perhaps because
of the circumstance that it first saw the light of day in premises
particularly favored by newspaper men and other literati, we know
where and approximately when theWard Eight first leaped at the
throat of an astonished world.
Locke-Ober's Winter Place Wine Rooms, a venerable Boston
institution and still to this day the town's foremost restaurant, tap–
room and resort of masculinity, was located in the eighties as it is
today in Winter Place, a short news running between Temple Place
and Winter Street or, if you prefer, between the Five Cent Savings
Bank and Stowell the jeweler. But a stone's throw from the Massa–
chusetts State House on Beacon Hill and famed for its lobster
Savannah and planked steaks, it was-natural that Locke's should
be a resort of politicians and followers of the political scene.
Locke's was not and is not in Boston'sWard Eight, but in the period
under consideration Ward Eight was a dominant political sub–
division of the community and it was natural that a new drink
should be christened for this powerful arrondissement. Although
the fame of the Ward Eight was carried afar, it remained and is
to this day a particular favorite in Boston and, if the thirsty enquirer
is in the vicinity of Brimstone Corner, he can conveniently drop by
Locke's, admire the oldest cash register in North America, the Tom
and Jerry machine, the splendid barroom nude, and have a Ward
Eight in the scene of its origin and first fame.
Ward Eight:
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2
oz. rye
juice of half lemon
4
dashes grenadine
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Shake and serve in tall glass with cracked
ice, fruit.