Don Hollenbeck: I could use a Scotch.
Edward R. Murrow: I think everyone could use a Scotch.
-From "Goodnight and Good Luck"
Edward R. Murrow: I think everyone could use a Scotch.
-From "Goodnight and Good Luck"
Excerpt from Our Man in Havana by Graham Greene
Wormold unfolded the draughts board. then he arranged on the board twenty-four miniature bottles of whisky: twelve Bourbon confronted twelve Scotch.
"What is this, Mr. Wormold?"
"An idea of Dr. Hasselbacher's. I thought we might have one game to his memory. When you take a piece you drink it."
"A shrewd idea, Mr. Wormold. As I am the better play I drink more."
"And then I catch up with you - in the drinks also."
"I think I would prefer to play with ordinary pieces."
"Are you afraid of being beaten, Segura? Perhaps you have a weak head."
"My head is as strong as another man's, but sometimes with drink I lose my temper. I do not wish to lose my temper with my future father."
"Milly won't marry you, Segura."
"That is what we have to discuss."
"You play with the Bourbon. Bourbon is stronger than Scotch. I shall be handicapped."
"That is not necessary. I will play with the Scotch."
Segura turned the board and sat down.
...
There is naturally an imaginary line in draughts, as every player knows, that crosses the board diagonally from corner to corner. It is the line of defence. Whoever gains control of that line takes the initiative; when the line is crossed the attack has begun. With an insolent ease Segura established himself with a Defiance opening, then moved a bottle across through the centre of the board. he didn't hesitate between moves; he hardly looked at the board. It was Wormold who paused and thought.
...
"You are already in difficulties," Captain Segura said. He struck at the base of Wormold's defence and captured a bottle of Old Taylor. "The first drink," he said and drained it. Wormold recklessly began a pincer-movement in reply and almost at once lost a bottle - of Old Forester this time. A few beads of sweat came out on Segura's forehead as he cleared his throat after drinking. He said, "You play recklessly, Mr. Wormold." He indicated the board. "You should have taken that piece."
"You can huff me," Wormold said.
For the first time Segura hesitated. He said, "No, I prefer you to take my piece." It was an unfamiliar whisky called Cairngorm and it found a raw spot on Wormold's tongue.
They played for a while with exaggerated care, neither taking a piece.
...
Wormold was clinging to the edge of the board with what was left of his foiled pincer-movement, but he had lost his base. He made a false move which enabled Segura to thrust a protected piece into square 22 and there was no way left of saving his piece on 25 and preventing Segura from reaching the back row and gaining a king.
"Careless," Segura said.
"I can make an exchange."
"But I have the king."
Segura drank a Four Roses and Womold at the other end of the board took a dimpled Haig. Segura said, "It is a hot evening." He crowned his king with a scrap of paper. Wormold said, "If I capture him I have to drink two bottles. I have spares in the cupboard."
"You have thought everything out," Segura said. Was it with sourness?
He played now with great caution. It became difficult to tempt him to a capture and Wormold Began to realize the fundamental weakness of his plan, that it is possible for a good player to defeat an opponent without capturing his pieces. He took one more of Segura's and was trapped. He was left without a move.
Segura wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You see," he said, "you cannot win."
"You must give me my revenge."
"This Bourbon is strong. 85 proof."
"We will switch the whiskies."
... (Part 5, Chapt. 5)
"What is this, Mr. Wormold?"
"An idea of Dr. Hasselbacher's. I thought we might have one game to his memory. When you take a piece you drink it."
"A shrewd idea, Mr. Wormold. As I am the better play I drink more."
"And then I catch up with you - in the drinks also."
"I think I would prefer to play with ordinary pieces."
"Are you afraid of being beaten, Segura? Perhaps you have a weak head."
"My head is as strong as another man's, but sometimes with drink I lose my temper. I do not wish to lose my temper with my future father."
"Milly won't marry you, Segura."
"That is what we have to discuss."
"You play with the Bourbon. Bourbon is stronger than Scotch. I shall be handicapped."
"That is not necessary. I will play with the Scotch."
Segura turned the board and sat down.
...
There is naturally an imaginary line in draughts, as every player knows, that crosses the board diagonally from corner to corner. It is the line of defence. Whoever gains control of that line takes the initiative; when the line is crossed the attack has begun. With an insolent ease Segura established himself with a Defiance opening, then moved a bottle across through the centre of the board. he didn't hesitate between moves; he hardly looked at the board. It was Wormold who paused and thought.
...
"You are already in difficulties," Captain Segura said. He struck at the base of Wormold's defence and captured a bottle of Old Taylor. "The first drink," he said and drained it. Wormold recklessly began a pincer-movement in reply and almost at once lost a bottle - of Old Forester this time. A few beads of sweat came out on Segura's forehead as he cleared his throat after drinking. He said, "You play recklessly, Mr. Wormold." He indicated the board. "You should have taken that piece."
"You can huff me," Wormold said.
For the first time Segura hesitated. He said, "No, I prefer you to take my piece." It was an unfamiliar whisky called Cairngorm and it found a raw spot on Wormold's tongue.
They played for a while with exaggerated care, neither taking a piece.
...
Wormold was clinging to the edge of the board with what was left of his foiled pincer-movement, but he had lost his base. He made a false move which enabled Segura to thrust a protected piece into square 22 and there was no way left of saving his piece on 25 and preventing Segura from reaching the back row and gaining a king.
"Careless," Segura said.
"I can make an exchange."
"But I have the king."
Segura drank a Four Roses and Womold at the other end of the board took a dimpled Haig. Segura said, "It is a hot evening." He crowned his king with a scrap of paper. Wormold said, "If I capture him I have to drink two bottles. I have spares in the cupboard."
"You have thought everything out," Segura said. Was it with sourness?
He played now with great caution. It became difficult to tempt him to a capture and Wormold Began to realize the fundamental weakness of his plan, that it is possible for a good player to defeat an opponent without capturing his pieces. He took one more of Segura's and was trapped. He was left without a move.
Segura wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You see," he said, "you cannot win."
"You must give me my revenge."
"This Bourbon is strong. 85 proof."
"We will switch the whiskies."
... (Part 5, Chapt. 5)
Senate Resolution Designating September 2007 as "National Bourbon Heritage Month"
By decree:
SRES 294 ATS
110th CONGRESS
1st Session
S. RES. 294
Designating September 2007 as `National Bourbon Heritage Month'.
IN THE SENATE OF THE UNITED STATES
August 2, 2007
Mr. BUNNING submitted the following resolution; which was considered and agreed to
RESOLUTION
Designating September 2007 as `National Bourbon Heritage Month'.
Whereas Congress declared bourbon as `America's Native Spirit' in 1964, making it the only spirit distinctive to the United States;
Whereas the history of bourbon-making is interwoven with the history of the United States, from the first settlers of Kentucky in the 1700s, who began the bourbon-making process, to the 2,000 families and farmers distilling bourbon in Kentucky by the 1800s;
Whereas bourbon has been used as a form of currency;
Whereas generations have continued the heritage and tradition of the bourbon-making process, unchanged from the process used by their ancestors centuries before;
Whereas individual recipes for bourbon call for natural ingredients, utilizing the local Kentucky farming community and leading to continued economic development for the Commonwealth of Kentucky;
Whereas generations of people in the United States have traveled to Kentucky to experience the family heritage, tradition, and deep-rooted legacy that the Commonwealth contributes to the United States;
Whereas each year during September visitors from over 13 countries attend a Kentucky-inspired commemoration to celebrate the history of the Commonwealth, the distilleries, and bourbon;
Whereas people who enjoy bourbon should do so responsibly and in moderation; and
Whereas members of the beverage alcohol industry should continue efforts to promote responsible consumption and to eliminate drunk driving and underage drinking: Now, therefore, be it
Resolved, That the Senate--
(1) designates September 2007 as `National Bourbon Heritage Month'; (2) recognizes bourbon as `America's Native Spirit' and reinforces its heritage and tradition and its place in the history of the United States; and (3) recognizes the contributions of the Commonwealth of Kentucky to the culture of the United States.
SRES 294 ATS
110th CONGRESS
1st Session
S. RES. 294
Designating September 2007 as `National Bourbon Heritage Month'.
IN THE SENATE OF THE UNITED STATES
August 2, 2007
Mr. BUNNING submitted the following resolution; which was considered and agreed to
RESOLUTION
Designating September 2007 as `National Bourbon Heritage Month'.
Whereas Congress declared bourbon as `America's Native Spirit' in 1964, making it the only spirit distinctive to the United States;
Whereas the history of bourbon-making is interwoven with the history of the United States, from the first settlers of Kentucky in the 1700s, who began the bourbon-making process, to the 2,000 families and farmers distilling bourbon in Kentucky by the 1800s;
Whereas bourbon has been used as a form of currency;
Whereas generations have continued the heritage and tradition of the bourbon-making process, unchanged from the process used by their ancestors centuries before;
Whereas individual recipes for bourbon call for natural ingredients, utilizing the local Kentucky farming community and leading to continued economic development for the Commonwealth of Kentucky;
Whereas generations of people in the United States have traveled to Kentucky to experience the family heritage, tradition, and deep-rooted legacy that the Commonwealth contributes to the United States;
Whereas each year during September visitors from over 13 countries attend a Kentucky-inspired commemoration to celebrate the history of the Commonwealth, the distilleries, and bourbon;
Whereas people who enjoy bourbon should do so responsibly and in moderation; and
Whereas members of the beverage alcohol industry should continue efforts to promote responsible consumption and to eliminate drunk driving and underage drinking: Now, therefore, be it
Resolved, That the Senate--
(1) designates September 2007 as `National Bourbon Heritage Month'; (2) recognizes bourbon as `America's Native Spirit' and reinforces its heritage and tradition and its place in the history of the United States; and (3) recognizes the contributions of the Commonwealth of Kentucky to the culture of the United States.
The "Whiskey Speech" by Noah S. Sweat, Jr.
The "whiskey speech" by Judge Noah S. "Soggy" Sweat, Jr. Given in 1952 when Mississippi was considering legalizing whiskey.
"My friends,
"I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might be. You have asked me how I feel about whiskey. All right, here is how I feel about whiskey.
"If when you say whiskey you mean the devil's brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster, that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degradation, and despair, and shame and helplessness, and hopelessness, then certainly I am against it.
"But;
"If when you say whiskey you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the skip in the old gentleman's step on a frosty, Christmas morning; if you mean the drink which enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life's great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink, the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars, which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our pitiful aged and infirm; to build highways and hospitals and schools, then certainly I am for it.
"This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise."
"My friends,
"I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might be. You have asked me how I feel about whiskey. All right, here is how I feel about whiskey.
"If when you say whiskey you mean the devil's brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster, that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degradation, and despair, and shame and helplessness, and hopelessness, then certainly I am against it.
"But;
"If when you say whiskey you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the skip in the old gentleman's step on a frosty, Christmas morning; if you mean the drink which enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life's great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink, the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars, which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our pitiful aged and infirm; to build highways and hospitals and schools, then certainly I am for it.
"This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise."
from "Beer for My Horses"
(sung by Toby Keith, and I love when it features Willie
Nelson)
http://www.tobykeith.com/
(Chorus)
Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
We'll all meet back at the local saloon
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses
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(Chorus)
Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
We'll all meet back at the local saloon
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses
"Whiskey River"
(by Johnny Bush, sung by Willie Nelson)
http://www.willienelson.com/
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
http://www.willienelson.com/
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.
Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.
from "The Gambler"
(sung by Kenny Rogers)
http://kennyrogers.musiccitynetworks.com/
He said, "Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice"
So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
http://kennyrogers.musiccitynetworks.com/
He said, "Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice"
So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
from "Whiskey in My Whiskey"
(sung by the Felice
Brothers)
http://www.thefelicebrothers.com/
I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I put my boots on that ole dance floor
I put three rounds Lord, in my 44
http://www.thefelicebrothers.com/
I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I put my boots on that ole dance floor
I put three rounds Lord, in my 44
