The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1896-03-25
A QUAINT RESORT,
Represents Ship ON Shore and Manned
by a Crew In Uniform.


There's saloon located in the down
town district where you can splice the
main brace i'll the most correct nautical
language. Here the thirsty are served
by ships officer dressed in full naval
uniform. The bartender and his crew of
assistants appear in naval dress, which
includes swords and other side arms
and any amount of gold lace, The novel
Grew comes ON duty every evening. The
daylight crew are CARRIED like the ordi-
nary 'beer singers" of that part of
town. Inside this quaint saloon so close
" resembles an old time packet ships
cabin that one can stretch his imagina-
ton to the verge Of seasickness and0not
half try. The entrance is from one of
the city's busiest arteries, near Vesey
and Greenwich streets. Old brass nau-
teal lamps, that have seen lots of sery-
ice in all sorts of weather, hang from
the ceiling by chains. Several ancient
| and dilapidated figureheads, which have
| faced the storms of many years at sea,
stare at the scenes of revelry from cor
ners.
The walls are hung with relics of
many voyages. Pieces of rope, old ma
rine prints, portraits of famous skip
pers of the long ago, models carved by
sailor men, old flags, many of which
foated from historic battleships, and
other bric-a- brac of the brine, decorate
| this nautical taproom, whose proprietor
| is attired in the full uniform Of COM
modore of the United States navy. Her
'tcrew" consists of representative Off
GERS usually found aboard a man of war,
properly uniformed, as we'll as an occa-
SIGNAL sailor who appears in the triple
blue "togs'' of Uncle Sans men who
swing their hammocks i'll the forecastle.
These are no imitation sailors, for every
man Jack of them is a veteran of the
ocean and rolls about as if on ship
hoard. The marine delusion extends to
| the old ships clock which hangs over
| the bar. 1t reels off bells instead of
| hours, for here the time is passed in
| the choicest sea gibberish. II you should
| ever steer your craft through the low
doorway of this nautical saloon, the
chances are that you'll clutch at some
thing before You are anyway near hall
seas over.
OF course tho old salts ashore here are
the chief patrons of this old refreshmen'
room. The custom Of using only nau'
tical terms in carrying on the ordinary
business of the place fascinates Jack
and he'll walk long way for the sake
of being served in his own language
The commodore stands at one end of the
bar and shouts his orders to his crew
as if he were stationed on the bridge Of
some man -of-war. One hears such orders
as "Avast therel' Stand by to let gof
lizard lee keep her off half
pointp' and similar expressions that thu
sailor knows so we'll. Drinks are ordered
in names which are absolutely unintel
liQible TO landlnbbers. The evening Il
never a success unless a great many O
these orders are first given and obeyed
The favorite nautical tennis, Stand b.
to let gol'' This is given when tn
glasses have all been filled and are beini
held in the hands Of a crowd Of sailors
After jack feels mellow, then tho yari
spinning begins York Letter il
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