read to me in the old Knicker–
bocker Bar . . . after that we
always used to pick orange blos–
soms at the Astor. . . . In fact
my father said, only the other
day when we met one of his old
cronies, "why I can remember
Junior when he was no higher
than the Waldorf Bar
I" .••
But speaking of Prohibition,
I
sincerely hope this little volume
will bring cheer to those of you
who try these concoctions and no
headaches, and, though we
may
never meet, I say "Shake l"
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