My Memories of Eighty Years by Chauncey M. (Chauncey Mitchell) Depew
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"You have made a mistake," I said to the waiter. "No, sir," he answered, "I could not make a mistake about you." "Who sent this?" I asked. "The committee, sir, with positive instructions that you should have it at five o'clock in the morning," he answered. "Well, my friend, I said, is it the habit of the good people of Hartford, when they have decided to go to New York on an early train to drink a bottle of champagne at five o'clock in the morning?" He answered: "Most of them do, sir." (Nobody at that time had dreamed of the Eighteenth Amendment and the Volstead law.) With a smile General Grant then said: "Well, there are some places in Connecticut where that could not be done, as local option prevails and the towns have gone dry. For instance, my friend, Senator Nye, of Nevada, spoke through Connecticut in my interest in the last campaign. Nye was a free liver, though not a dissipated man, and, as you know, a very excellent speaker. He told me that when he arrived at one of the principal manufacturing towns he was entertained by the leading manufacturer at his big house and in magnificent style. The dinner was everything that could be desired, except that the only fluid was ice-water. After a long speech Nye, on returning to the house, had a reception, |
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