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...tavern near West Point in the 1820s and was, according to Cadet Edgar Allan Poe, the "only soul in the entire Godforsaken place." Mellowed by Havens' hot ale flips, cadets used to sing (to the tune of The Wearing of the Green) their unofficial West Point song: Come fill your glasses, fellows, and stand up in a row, To singing sentimentally we're going for to go; In the army there's sobriety, promotion's very slow, So we'll sing our reminiscences of Benny Havens...
...minor talents, tried, and they all came to pieces under Rocky's ham-handed macing. Last year Light Heavyweight Champion Archie Moore managed to put Rocky on the canvas for the second time in his pro career, but the champ righted himself as solidly as a hogshead of ale, and in the ninth round knocked Moore out. He was 31, and he still couldn't box, but there was still no one around to bother him. He had won all his 49 fights, 43 by knockouts. He took a vacation...
...origins of many nursery rhymes are shrouded in the fumes of taverns and mughouses, in a day when English ale and language were both stronger than they are now. How the songs got from the tavern to the nursery has never been quite clear, except that in the 17th and 18th centuries adults were far less squeamish about what was fit for children's ears than they are today. (Later, of course, many of the songs were expurgated and tied with pink and blue ribbons.) Often as not, nursery-rhyme characters were said to have had real counterparts, ranging...
...days, not even an Englishman could like the ancients' sweet, flat brews. Actually, the first true dry beer came to the U.S. with immigrant Germans in the 1840s. In German fermentation tanks the yeast worked at the bottom of the brew rather than at the top, as in ale, thus producing the lighter, less alcoholic "lager," i.e., "stored" beer, that has become the U.S. favorite...
...railway station-"a kind of Strip-Jack-Naked. He's parted with everything, or they've taken it." In the 82 slaphappy and possibly autobiographical pages Thomas finished, the kid slides from one loony scrape to another, encumbered much of the way with a Bass ale bottle that has unaccountably got stuck fast on his finger...