Los Angeles daily herald., 1886-12-12
DRINKS OF NOTED MEN.
Boss Buckley, Lord LOrne, and
other AristOcratic TOpers.

nOSo HbuSAAOye LOhAaOe shhe
other Aristocratic TOpers.
Happening to wander into the bar o
one OF the fashionable uptown restaur
ants a few rights ago, reporter of the
Mail ilahd Express met the proprietor ant
shook hands with him. Mr.. is @
man who has risen from the ranks. He
has been bell.boy, bartender and pro
prietor in turn; has kept billiard tables,
restaurants and hotels, all of the first
class, and has seen the great men of the
country pass in review before him.
Apart from his natural intelligence and
the very fair education he received for a
start, his contact with statesmen, jour.
nalists, authors, actors and public men
generally has developed in him the pen.
etration and powers of observation SO
necessary to successful business man
in his line.
.You are looking for news, eh, and
can't find any? If had leisure could
furnish you with a column of matter"
"Take leisure. then, and tell me what
the favorite drinks are of some of the
prominent men of the country. You
have seen them all. -
.'Most of them. Well, suppose we
commence with Mark Twain. He is un.
doubtedly prominent man. l under.
stand Mr.. Clemens poses as o strict tenn
perance man in the domestic circle
Nevertheless, if had dollar for every
whisky straight he has swallowed at my
bar might retire from business. Old
rye used to be his weakness. When
was o bartender at the Manhattan Club
7 o. &c no h11u rcta op6 EfQrafI
! of the day. Petroleum V. Nasby used
ITO affect neat whisky. 1t seemed to in.
spire him, though l didn't think he need.
ed inspiration. Florence, the actor,
took ponies of brandy, and Barney Will
liams oysers and ale. To my mind beer
is not a Christian drink. 1t coDduces to
melancholy, and l have no doubt those
occasional articles in the Times and Ecen.
ing Post predicting blue ruin to the
country are written by unhappy mortals
under the influence of beer.
"You have heard of Chris Buckley,
the San Francisco politician? He is a
great man. 1t is he who taught me to
make drink fit for the gods out of port
wine and few other ingredients. He
calls them ''sangarees, and none drink
them with more relish than he. Dave
Higgins, another Pacific slope man, tax es
a mixture of vile compounds, of which
brandy is the chief. don't like brandy.
Artmus Ward l remember him well.
It was glorious to hear him talk when
in the humor. though he used to play
some annoying practical jokes at times.
He took his whisky like an honest man.
Artemus rushed into the bar one night
in state of wild disorder.
"'Quick; quick he cried, in apparent
agony. "A bottle of your strongest
whisky. I've been bitten by rattle
snake.
"The terrified bartender handed him
a quart bottle of Guinness stout.
"'Run now, and bring me bottle of
rum and jar of cider
"When the bartender returned with
rum and cider he saw Artemus take an
empty bottle from his mouth, seemingly
after draining it. He then took hold of
the rum and cider, placed them in bas.
ket, and crying, I'm off for doctor,
ran off as rapidly and as wildly as he
had entered.
"Of course he paid for them the next
day. He and a few congenial spirits
were having a jollification in one of their
rooms, and that was Wards way of con.
tributiug. James Redpath is partial to
hot Irish, sometimes Scotch, but the
former is his favorite beverage. The
deeper he drinks the more serious and
philosophical he grows. In this respect
he resembles many of our literary men.
Hubert o Thompson was addicted TO