"Pop" Wyman ruled here with a firm but gentle hand; no drunken man was ever served at the bar; no married man was allowed to play ...at the tables; across the face of the large clock was written "Please Don't Swear," and over the orchestra appeared the gentle admonition, "Don't Shoot the Pianist--He's Doing His Damndest."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At the Denver House, a hastily erected log structure roofed and partitioned with canvas, described by Horace Greeley in 1859 as "T...he Astor House of the Gold Fields," orchestra leader Jones and his spirited men were interrupted by sporadic but not unforeseen bursts of gunfire that sent them diving for shelter behind a low iron-plated enclosure. Before the smoke had fairly cleared away, they were up again desperately playing and singing: Ha, boys, ho! Ain't you glad you're out of the wilderness, Ain't you glad you're out of the wilderness? Ha, boys, ho!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We have to recognise, that the gin-palace, like many other evils, although a poisonous, is still a natural outgrowth of our social... conditions. The tap-room in many cases is the poor man's only parlour. Many a man takes to beer, not from the love of beer, but from a natural craving for the light, warmth, company, and comfort which is thrown in along with the beer, and which he cannot get excepting by buying beer. Reformers will never get rid of the drink shop until they can outbid it in the subsidiary attractions which it offers to its customers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The bar ... is an exercise in solitude. Above all else, it must be quiet, dark, very comfortable--and, contrary to modern mores, n...o music of any kind, no matter how faint. In sum, there should be no more than a dozen tables, and a clientele that doesn't like to talk.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O City city, I can sometimes hear Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,... The pleasant whining of a mandolin And a clatter and a chatter from within Where fishmen lounge at noon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Rude poets of the tavern hearth, squandering your unquoted mirth,... which keeps the ground, and never soars, while jake retorts, and reuben roars; tough and screaming, as birch-bark, goes like bullet to its mark; while the solid curse and jeer never balk the waiting ear.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The bar is the male kingdom. For centuries it was the bastion of male privilege, the gathering place for men away from their women..., a place where men could go to freely indulge in The Bull Session ... the release of the guilty anxiety of the oppressor class.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »