Judicial Bosoms and Bridegroom’s Eyes
“In [The Manhattan Club’s] window sat Tammany politicians hob-nobbing with broad-clothed bulwarks of the Solid South over Manhattan
cocktails, and bowling the smoke of Henry Clay perfectos toward the frescoed ceiling in a futile effort to turn a stone refrigerator into a human habitation. There was Judge Truax telling Henry Watterson how many bottles of Medoc ’69 reposed in the catacombs underneath; and Henry giving the Judge a recipe for mint julep that made the judicial bosom heave like a movie star’s, and eye glisten like a bridegroom’s.” In the Golden Nineties, Henry Collins Brown, 1928.