The Lock On The Barroom Door

The Lock on the Barroom DoorLate on a Recent evening a slightly crocked citizen stood in bemused wonderment on Chicago's glittering Rush Street. One by one and in groups, on foot and in Cadillacs, Mark IIs and T-birds, elegant folk were converging on a carved wooden door near where the lush was standing. Each newcomer produced a key from his pocket and used it to gain entry, and each time the door swung open a bedlam of gay noise and the flare of gaslight flowed out into the stilly night. "...