Judge — July 1937 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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HIGH Qe HAT I’ THERE is one subject foaior is hipped on, it's New York in the summertime. Every year along about this time seven million restless souls cram into pushcarts, go-carts, cattle cars and and ¢ hideous the rocks and ills. Manhattan becomes the Deserted Vil- lage. Even Broadway takes on an air of restful boredom and you can hear a pin drop at the crossroads of the world. ir-conditioned bars, cool roof gar- dens, noiseless fans and great buckets of cracked ice make New York the best little old summer resort of them all— try it sometime, but not too many of you. New York Notes A cover charge doesn’t cover anything . +. The only strip tease acts that haven't been banned are the ones put on by the tax payers... There are no trees on Park Avenue . . . If the motor- ists aren't tearing up 8th Avenue, the gas & light companies are . . . Polo has never been played at the Polo Grounds . . . You can tell the waiters at the Stork Club by the size of their bills . . . Speeding is not allowed on the Speedway . . . If all the Tammany office holders were laid end to end they would be more comfortable . . . The New Amsterdam is an old theater . . . Two thousand more people have gone into the subways than have ever come out . . . You can’t park in Central Park . . +» New Yorkers read their morning papers at night, their evening papers at noon and the home editions at the race- track . . . To get to the North River go west, young man . . . At the Rainbow Room you need a pot of gold... Fifth Avenue is the Seventh Avenue from one side of town and the Eighth from the other... Madison Square Garden is no- where near Madison Square . . . There are twenty-one sea food restaurants with. in a cherrystone’s throw of Grand Central Station . . . If you stand at the corner of 42nd Street & Broadway long enough you'll see everybody you ever knew, ex- cept the ones who owe you money. Drinkstakes And now for the newest news on Jun. ior’s mixing marathon. What with the heat and all, your fatigueable servant has decided to ibe pity on the postman and with this month's award to Charles Ride- out, of Roslingdale, Mass., let you scien. tific readers take a vacation from your test tubes, pestles and lemon peels and get out in the open for a few snifters of fresh air. co But before. you leave, you might make anything Usdt rolls, to sardine the beaches: * a note of how winner Rideout concocts his “Orgeat Cocktail.” Writes Mr. R.: “One of the joys of life to the connois- seur lies in exploring not only the high. ways, but also the hyways of any subject. While Martinis, Manhattans, Perfects, etc., are excellent fare for the ordinary routine of drinking, it takes some un- usual combination to tickle the palate of the expert. Here is one that tickles mine, and while I freely'admit that it is not for daily use it adds zest and sparkle to the unusual occasion. It is known as “The Orgeat Cocktail” and is a grand summer drink. The only unusual in. gredient is the Orgeat Syrup, a Nuyens product and reasonably priced. Here is the low-down: 5 parts of gin 1 part syrup of Orgeat 1¥, parts lemon juice White of oneegg Fill shaker with ice and shake until frosted. Serve very cold. Syrup of Orgeat, for your readers’ benefit, is flavored with almond juice and orange water, and makes a very unusual-tasting drink. May they enjoy it as much as I do. You will notice from the high percentage of gin in the above that this is not a beginner's cocktail!” HEREWITH, Junior is pleased to an- nounce that last month's letter man, Mr. Stanley Colburn, of Washington, D.C,, is the possessor of a very fine cock- fight cocktail shaker from the 45th St. mart of those smart Manhattan marters, Messrs. Lewis & Conger, for his recipe and philosophical comments on the mix- ing of mint. Again, Junior congratulates this genius of the julep. One final note in the war that Junior inadvertently stirred up, with his men. tions of corn liquor, comes from Mr. E. Myers who either didn't know where he was, or else just forgot to include his address. Mr. Myers, it appears, is a member of the anti school and states his case thusly: “T recently read in High Hat several recipes for corn liquor drinks. I have been a resident of the south for seven years, and have had many opportunities to taste such concoctions. I want to let you in on a recipe which is, perhaps, the most palatable and least harmless of all yaller cawn drinks. It is called the ‘Sink. er. “Into a two ounce glass put one table- spoon of black coffee, one lump of sugar, a jigger of corn liquor, and a cube of ice. Stir until ice is melted. Then pour con- tents into the sink, and eat the glass.” —Juvce, Jr. comicbooks.com