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I Love These Quiet Evenings At Home Battling
Peter C. Vey
Will That Be All
That's Just The Booze Listening."
Honestly, Paula, I Don't Know What I'd
Heavy-drinking Man Speaks To Woman Who Is Walking
New Yorker May 29th, 1943
A Police Officer Confronts A Man Drinking
Look, You Seem Nice, And I Don't Want To Hurt
Oceans Of Hot Buttered Rum
Helen E Hokinson
New Yorker July 12th, 1976
Now, In This One, The Straight Whiskeys Are ?ve
I Want To See Other Hallucinations
How Do You Make A Wassail Bowl?
The Wine Station
New Yorker October 18th, 1941
A Man Sits In An Armchair In Front
Here They Come: Detox And Botox
He Can't Remember His Name
New Yorker September 4th, 1943
New Yorker October 23rd, 1943
A Waiter Speaks To A Couple At A Restaurant Table
Rumrunner's Sister In Law
John Held Jr
Mrs. Claus Is ?ne
I Like To Feel That If Anything Ever Happens
Now Let Me See - Champagne Goes About Three
Helen E. Hokinson
I've Had More Than Enough
Close Up View Of A Liquor Store With Door Handle
Ordinarily, I Lean Toward A Land-based-mx System
He Must Be A Yale Man. He's Been Sittin'
New Yorker January 1st, 1938
New Yorker March 29th, 1958
This Is A Private House
You The Husband?
Now What's Yours?
Any Man In The House
See. I Told You We Haven't Got Anything
It's Been Taken Care Of
Hey, Mabel, Where Did You Put My Rye?
Er - May You?
He's Had A Pretty Bad Shock. His Wife Walked
New Yorker January 23rd, 1943
He Reports To Grand Central Palace Tomorrow
You've Been Drinking
The House Does Wonderful On That One
It's Just A Simple Case Of Too Much Aid
You Mean I Don't Get Anything Back On The Bottles?
Father, Dear Father, Come Home With Me Now
I Suppose You'll ?nd This Pretty Tame After Grog
I Think I'll Have This Cordon Rouge '29 - I'm
New Yorker November 6th, 1943
Captionless; Three-martini Breakfast
New Yorker July 26th, 1976
Say, Shouldn't You Be Going Down Chimneys Or
It Tickles Your Nose
J. G.'s A Card
Does This Ticket Entitle Me To A Hangover
You Know Too Much
New Yorker October 21st, 1944
I Didn't Play Any Holes. I Got Drunk
Robert J. Day
Now I Don't Want You To Start Shaking Your Head
We Have Old Taylor
I Don't Believe I Care For Anything
Is There Any Particular Kind Of Cocktail
Dick! Don't Take It That Way!
Works For Pm. They Left His Initials
New Yorker December 12th, 1942
But Isn't There Some Sort Of Mock Gin?
Have You A Wine That Would Be At Home With An
All Out For The Sack Race
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