The labor standard., 1922-02-15
LOCAL BARTENDERS 4
 RECALL OLD DAYS

A Few of the Old Guard Stiu
 Retain Charter of Local Zoo
 The Man With the Restless
 Team
 HARTFORD-An article in the garding the Hartford Bartenders Union: International Bartenders' Local No. 200 is going, g-o-i-n-gs go. There are perhaps less than thirty of them left-the honorable bartenders of America-while once they numbered scores. There are great many for mer ,bartenders in Hartford, but by the honorable bartenders is meant the group who still claim afhhation with the Hotel and Restaurant Employes International Alliance and Bartend- ers' International League of America. When this local body was organized Tn fa 1900 oh it was wa 100 strongInow only month they meet in their rooms at the Central Labor Union and each month sees one-two-three and more members stricken from the list. Just a few veterans are left now with the blue button emblem sticking in their |coat lapels. It was apparent many months ago that Local No. 200 was doomed, but there is little question now in the minds of every one of them that 1t is going, going and click soon it will be gone!
 Present Officers
 About the time Local No. 200 was organized in Hartford the Partenders were getting neager salaries, starting early and quitting late, They were kept on their feet hours at a stretch and had little time for any recreation except that which came in the course of their work. The organization, how ever, helped to make these conditions more satisfactory. The union bar tenders wore buttons on their coats and their utilization with other unions helped them. The present officers of the organization are: Thomas D. Foley, president; Edward Duplesses, vice-president; Thomas Turmey, re- financial secretary. and treasurer; Daniel Connors, chairman of the board of trustees, members of which are John ,Hackett, William Callahan; Will liam J. Dooley, chaplain; John G. Mulhgan, inspector; John J. Kroher, inside guard and Charles Claffey, out side guard. MT. Madden, one time Farmer. Labor party candidate for mayors has been oneiof the most act i've officsrs of the organization and International conventions, held in San Francisco, Minneapolis, Toledo, Dem yer, Boston and elsewhere.
 Old Brewer House
 the % city the T Browar @ Honae Mas one of of the most famous, this being in the building occupied now by the Central Labor Union. Sherman and Crowley were the proprietors. Bill Crowley was fight promoter and so it was in his establishment that the pugiists of that day liked to gather. - Matty HeWin'S place was around the corner with the entrance on Main street. Matty himself, was a crack billiard player and his place also was a favor followers of the race tracks went there to get the returns from the score board, which was one of the principal Market street and half way down Asylum was the Admiral so that to "go~the rounds" one did not have to go far from the center.
 John G. Mulligan, a member of Local No. 200 and janitor at the Cen tral Labor Union, who used to\tend bar at the Brewer House remembers the visits there of the famous SullivNn and James Corbett, and he makes tne distinction that while Corbett stood( in the office so that all might admire him from a distance, Sullivan papered the bar with twenty dollar bills. Bartenders Diplomats ..
 The bartenders of those days were Sro1o o+e 0f %ho 4,rI1 rL,Oxy grew expert at sizing up their cus- toners and learning two things: Whether they were good fellows and whether they could pay for their drinks. There were occasions, how ever, when some wag was quick-witted enough to get the best of them and it was experiences of this sort that in other days they discussed at union meetings and fortified each other by bringing into daylight the latest trick of the trade.
 Make a noise!' the bartenders would say and thump the counters with the palms of their, hands.
 Make noise!"
 "This is no charity organization. Come across!"
 Immediately there would be clink as the silver fell. T His Restless Team
 There were schemes of beating the bartender and one of the most notable l and original reputed to have been worked in a Hartford cafe was told by one who was present at the time. As the story goes middle aged, roughly dressed man dashed into a | saloon, one hot summer day. |
 "A glass of Scotch," he said nod ding to the bartender, And make it | quick will you? Eve got team out side here. They don't stand good at all"
 While the bartender was pouring the Scotch this man wiped the per spiration from his forehead with bandanna handkerchief and stepping to the door glanced outside.
 "Whoa there, gol darn ye," he said, "whoa. wh-oap'
 "Gosh, but them are pesky pair of hosses," he announced to the room at