Bisbee daily review., 1917-03-18
Destruction ofFamous OldBar Brings to Mind Mony Thrilling
 Stories of Early Arizona Days

, There are many mountains, valleys lplains, mines and buildings in Arizona
 that could tell wonderful stories o
 the early days if only they had tht power of speech. And then are lesser scorned objects that could tell ever more wonderful tales. One of these common bar, despised by prohibit tionists and beloved by anti-prohibi tionists, was unceremoniously "mur dered" several days ago. This parti cular bar could probably tell more stories than any other bar in the west were 1t other than an inanimate thing but as it is the stories have to b. told by the few real pioneers who ca still remember the thrilling days il which the bar, then symbol of goot fellowship instead of a thing of scorr played such important part.
 The bar was built in 1878 and frs installed in the Occidental hotel a Tombstone. then one of the livelie. camps in the southwest. The old Ot cidental fairly reeks with history an' romance. but it was the bar that Wa the Oracle of southern Arizona il those days, for practically every lp dian fight, every mining deal an every gun fight of consequence was first discussed over it. And, if tn bar had ears. it later heard these same events described many times over b, the principals in the affair.
 Removed to Bisbee.
 After many years of service, tn bar was transferred to Bisbee and, il 1894. installed in the Capitol bar, or Brewery Gulch. Here is heard mucl more history in the making. Whe' Arizona went dry. the bar seemed t shrink and shiyer with shame, for tb Capitol bar became soft drink par Tor and, instead of whiskey, gin ant other beverages of the past. only roo beer. near beer and buttermilk werf passed across the top of the heart broken bar. And, with the passing of the years. the old west died na' tural death. Now, all the bar hears is half-hearted arguments over the governors contest, calm and peaceful discussions of international questions and political debates.
 Occasionally an old-timer wanders into the old Capitol, now Tammany Hall, and starts to tell of some in cident in the early days. lynchins or the pursuit of Geronimo, and tho bar seems to bristle up with interes and resume its old dignity, but the discussion seldom lasts iong. for thor are few pioneers left who remember the good old days and the discussion eventually ends up with a modern argument And then the bar lapses back into an indifferent ottitude once more and almost groans as it waits hopefully for the blast of forty-five, which never comes, and hears its new friends gently order lemonade and strawberry soda.
 Bar Is Murdered"
 The cruellest blow of all came to the helpless bar Friday. however when John Twomey, its owner for more than twenty years, heartlessly ordered it chopped in two in order to make room for new equipment that will be placed in Tammany Hall. Thus ended the career of one of the most famous bars in the country, shame ful death for a self-respecting and orderly servant. But the bar has one consolation, it died" in the presence of one friend, Frank J. Vaughn. Mir Vaughn has gladly stepped aside and cheered the onward march of prohi- bition. but he is still proud that in