1946 The Stock Club Bar Book by Lucius Beebe

would mutter to an attendant at his elbow and which would be swiftly relayed to the door staff. The number thirteen, for example, signified: "the fellow is poison; give him the bounce;" number one hundred meant: "give him the best of everything and a bottle of champagne on the house," while sixty.five or some such indi– cated: "stop serving him after the tenth Scotch but give his lady a .bottle of free perfume with my compliments."The system worked fine until one evening when an .unsuitable patron had been firmly refused admission and shown the door only to reappear a couple of minutes later with a broad leer on his face and on either arm a liberally beribboned and entirely presentable service man whom he had acquired on the sidewalk and whose welcome was universal and obligatory. • Sherman's systems have always had their limitations. A number of years ago he dreamed up a particularly complicated code by which the accustomed messages of hospitality or the bounce were to be relayed by a complicated arrangement of gestures. If the Boss tugged his left ear lobe it meant "out into the night with the goon; " lighting a cigarette signified "a ringside table" or if he blinked his eyes rapidly it informed the captain"let the fellow into the bar but say the Cub Room is full." The very first night the new order went into effect all hell broke loose at the Stork. The Master absent-mindedly spilled salt, fiddled · with the ash tray or waved his napkin to illustrate a comrersational point and right away notorious drunks were plied with ardent waters gratis, old friends of the establishment and celebrated names had their hats pushed over their ears and were being urged into the outer darkness and the Cub Room was peopled with folk of no con– sequence whatsoever. That was the end of that system, but instanter! If the writer of the moment may add his two cents' worth to the symposium on what activates the Stork and makes its functioning

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