The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-05-10
THE BARMAIDS OF LONDON
THE SOCIAL LIFE OF WHICH THEY
FORM AN IMPORTANT PART.
a Resource for Lonely Men-Their Am
billions and Their Outings-The
Social Limits of the Bar.


Tootsie, Jack and Masie.
You walk in and say: "Ah. Masie how
are you to-day and where were you last
night? You look bit fatigued under the
eyes. dear"
And she answers:
Il cannot account for it, sir. because
was in bed by 10 O'Clock" Then she will
say:
What are you here for?"
While you are slipping it. she will re-
mark:
Il never got those gloves you promised
me-
You tell her TO come out and have them
now BY which time you have finished
your Sherry and bitters. So, when she
tells you to Go out now and buy me
nice bouquet you go.
This Is called jolying the barmaids.
1avorite pastime with several types of Lon
ooners, the best OF whom go through il
automatically. like gcod-hearted lubberly
brothers. and with no latent fire in their
booty eyes
Inere are so many men in London who
Aio" no one that this contingent alone
would Justify the barnaid as a social feat
ufe and suffice to keep her self-respect
Up. Masle can pick and choose among
the lonely men, She is in demand
Inc lonely ones know the date of her day
D,i anu emDarrass her with invitations
"a H. an nonor When they go visiting in
otner bars, she and her escort will be
treated as distinguished guests by all the
- oaA. nist Darmaids sympathetic to do honor
On such excursions the no longer lonely
man ought to drink overmuch because
eadsie Is not out to study the effect of alco-
aol upon his nervous SYSTEM She secs
lots OF that at home
so shs Graves respect She is of
becomes a pathetic imitation of the after
Beer and spirits The smell of the I.on-
1on pup is strong and searching, The
par itself is divided into varying social
heavens. but the barmaids must attend 10
all indifferently.
VARIETY OF BARS
There is the public bar, a large and dirty
space where workingmen wrangle over
their -four ale;" the bottle and lug bar
with It's hosts Of children fetching beer for
ratner's meal or mothers 5 o'clock; the
private bar. where customers begin to call
her Duckie; the saloon bar, in which no
drink costs less than threepence; the bar
parlor. the empyrean, where one talks
gloves. bouquets, bon-bons and theater
tickets
Tootsie viii tell you that -four ale" is
horrid to handle. Retailed to the humble
put thirsty at fourpence, the imperial
quart, the nlling liquid, which ought to
come from the brewer. is refiavored with
All the drfppings of the barber porter.
STOUT, gin, rum, whisky, any old thing
composite In its essence when at its best
cftenest fined by the frugal publican him
self; and they say that its atomic eoui
npr1um Is so unstable that a thunderstorm
Then, there are the women to serve; and
suppIylng ones sisters with -four ale''
nalian reveI
They come fiocking to the bottle and lug
6 6sr, LEI ss US count them.nine women. or
ntteen III you count two baby girls and four
little girls with their mammas The mann
ma: quite a decent body in gloves is now
caiing Tor half quartern of irish warm,
and after swallowing three parts Of II will
pass II to her offspring-"Here you are,
martina '-as II 1t were much milk
Inree other women chat of their hus-
That's all he brings me home, as I'm a
Snristlan, fourteen bob-and five of us TO
Keep. Wei, drink up. I'll be fourpence to
your tuppence this time. Mrs. Waters"
Their language is proper and their Views
are conservative. 1t is the business of
onan tc De wife And II is the business
or man TO bring home his money on a
saturday night.
The pub" is their exchange wherein to
compare takinss. IL Is not a place to de-
pauch. II IL an adjunct to the home.
Yet L can never forget the coarse and
nesrtiess way In which two such decent
nrst 10 encourage then draw out and then
cnan an unhappy tipsy girl of real refine
msnt. ootn In dress and manner, who I'm
all innocence leaned on them MOURNING In
her gentle, maudlin way
NOT SEEN ELSEWHERE.
One does not see these awful appetites-
OF these resources in despair-in other
lands. The poor. thin-faced, pretty thing
looked somsthing higher than the TYNE of
shop girl. perhaps governess I would not
let myself stand there and listen as the
older women grinned and winked behind
her back, persuaded her to stand refresh
ments for them and pretended to be SYM
pathetic So 1 know only that she came
from Birmingham In much distress. was
All alone In London, had felt faintness
sSp1 n,ass Ger her-whence this booze-and
tnat IL made no matter anyway because
she wished that she was dead
Just on the Strand as you go In tba
Snarlng cross underground station there
Is Gait bar In which two barmaids have
TO do with as refined and weIl-to-jo a cIiene
te re- as any any 6armaid could desire.
Inc only women customers are casuaIs
from the trains and tired-limbed provinciaI
women resting from their shopping with
Incl, modest glass in hand. against the
or this Islands femininity for having some
thing. One OF these nice barmaids is lack
while the others name is Lizzie
Need II be said that Jack Is sweetlv nret-
~, winsome, gay and smiling. while poor
Lizzie. morose, sour and savage is so
plain that men turn from her-eyen busi-
ness men who are In a real hurry
Jack Is an English gypsy brunette. with
great melting black eyes, a mouth red like
raspberry. and the figure of Hebe. She
wears her fine hair In a great bun.
Alas. for the Pigment that the barmaid
- only domestic. not a woman! Men
come TO that bar because OF Jack when
they have no need OF drink The under
ground conductors and trainmen are her
slaves They come for a smile, to feast
their eyes upon her beauty-men who never
dare to call her Jack!
POOR Lizzie jerks the beer pump jealousIv
No. the London barmaid IS first a pretty
SRI. and only secondly a servant IT is
therefore much TO her credit that she holds
herself so well up and EFFORTS so much
respect from jollying Founders
her good works twofold. Her mere
presence forbids bad language and a deal
OF roughness. 1t Is seldom necessary for
Jack to say to the potman Please put
this man out! Thanks to the barmaid
the atmosphere OF London bars IL pura
But she does scarcely less good in curbin1
the appetites OF drinking men,
You're making yourself look old. sir,' or.
I'D cut IL now: do. dear!' she says with
And the man, II he admires himself i'm
medfately mods In gratitude and takes the
Ar When she acts thus the London bar
maid does good WOrk-f0r tho naxt hor