The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-07-06

Marcus Allen served the thirsty as bartender at Mallett's for many years, after which he went to MT. Stevenson's grocery store, which had a bar in the rear.
 Marcus knew the favorite t1pple or each customer. He served the best Medford rum and applejack and was the inventor of drink called ''cut feed" mixture of fruits and rum that was a prime favorite. After MT. Stevenson's death Marcus succeeded to the proprieIorship which he con tinued until he was killed on the rail- road on his way home one night to
 Hodge and The Butter.
 John Bissett's bar, at the corner of Wall and Water streets, was frequent ed by a number of frisky citizens who delighted in playing pranks on each other. One day Elisha Hodge enter ed, and as he had a habit of pocketing various loose articles, purely absent thought to place a pound of butter, neatly enclosed in paper, beside the pitcher standing on the bar
 MT. Hodge, while enjoying a drink, looked around and saw the sitters near the stove, with their backs turned to- ward him, discussing politics Quick as a flash, he seized the butter and clapped it on his head, under his tall to treat each other, Hodge included. They moved about so that the victim stood always near the red-hot stove. | They engrossed him in conversation and piled him with drinks until final | Iy the butter began to melt, dripping down over his head and face to his shoulders. His friends then expressed great surprised at his oily appearance, whereupon he fled, mounted his horse l and galloped away up Wan street, while his tormentors cheercd. | French and Stevens grocery store on Wall, midway between Middle and i Water streets, maintained popular tbar. It was the recognized official old hand-pump fire engines, in use long before steam fire engines were | even thought of. When visiting com panies of firemen came to town for room was the gathering place for the | thirsty fire laddies. Eben French, a genial soul, was the presiding genius | there.
 Al Robbins bar, opposite the old Housatonic depot on Water street, below State, was the scene of his torical incident worth repeating. Once Daniel Webster alighted from 8 through train on his way to Boston While the engine was taking water MT. Webster crossed the street in search of refreshment. Entering MT Robbins bar-room, he asked for fore the great statesman. He poured | out a stiff pull and tossed it with great relish down his declamatory throat. Then, throwing a dollar on the bar, he turned to walk out. 1 The host, who hadn't the faintest idea who his distinguished guest was shouted after him: Hey, here's your change from the dollar!'
 MT. Webster. however. continued tc
 walk away, and without turning, re- piled in stentorian tones: 'It was worth itt''
 When Al discovered later on tha. Daniel Webster was his unknown guest, he sealed up the bottle ot
 brandy and kept it on his shelf a.
 long as he lived. He afterward.
 moved his bar to the corner of Soutf avenue and Main street, and never
 grew tired of relating the foregoin&
 incident to his constant stream of GUS toners.
 | Today all these good old custom
 are tabooed. Bars, as we'll as the olc
 favorite, Ten Nights in a Bar-room' are relegated to the limbo of tende
 memories. Surely tempus is fugiting