As long as we’re in 1942, let’s stay there for a minute. This is from an Owen Wister Literary Society party that year:
I have two thoughts. First, that looks like a bottle of White Horse scotch and a lot of RC Cola. I hope they weren’t mixing it. Yeech. Second, it doesn’t look like things were going quite as he had planned.
Note: The Woodson is closed all of next week. I’ll probably post every day as usual but the drivel might be sub-standard. You have been warned, so no complaints.