Billiards and Bars
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That's non poo related.
No SHlT!
No SHlT!
I know a guy who has a few Brunswick bar-backs in storage. They came out of some backwater Kansas and Nebraska towns. Absolute works of art. The amount of handwork in these things is crazy.
Here is an example from their 1890 catalog. (Sorry for quality -- it's a scan of a photocopy.) They made standard lengths of 12 to 30 feet depending on the model and they had about 30 models. This is one of the plainer models but the only one with naked ladies. The price for a basic 12-foot bar back was $100.
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I am glad Brunswick holds on to their pooltable business. It’s a small % of there business but has great history.
Besides Lincoln, didn’t Grant have a Brunswick table?
Besides Lincoln, didn’t Grant have a Brunswick table?
This article answered some long lost questions for me.
1977-81 I was stationed at Malmstrom AFB, outside of Great Falls, MT. The only pool of any consequence were bar table leagues and I played in *a bunch* of them: men's singles, scotch doubles, and the tournaments. Every so often, one of the teams I was on would have to play another team in some adjoining, not so close to Great Falls community, or, myself and a young lady who was a very accomplished player, would go out trolling for bar table action. And so there'd be the drive out past the base into the Montana country side, to some berg with a bar and a pool table.
And low and behold... there would be a bar. Old and crusty as all get out, with one or two Valley tables, and a huge long bar straight out of the Old West. Well, let me correct that: straight out of the Old West as Hollywood or the creators of "Lonesome Dove" imagined it.
Dark, ornate, mirrors all across, and curly-cued wood. I could never figure out why, out in the middle of literally nowhere, these fantastical bars had been installed in the poorest of locales.
Now I know why.
Lou Figueroa
1977-81 I was stationed at Malmstrom AFB, outside of Great Falls, MT. The only pool of any consequence were bar table leagues and I played in *a bunch* of them: men's singles, scotch doubles, and the tournaments. Every so often, one of the teams I was on would have to play another team in some adjoining, not so close to Great Falls community, or, myself and a young lady who was a very accomplished player, would go out trolling for bar table action. And so there'd be the drive out past the base into the Montana country side, to some berg with a bar and a pool table.
And low and behold... there would be a bar. Old and crusty as all get out, with one or two Valley tables, and a huge long bar straight out of the Old West. Well, let me correct that: straight out of the Old West as Hollywood or the creators of "Lonesome Dove" imagined it.
Dark, ornate, mirrors all across, and curly-cued wood. I could never figure out why, out in the middle of literally nowhere, these fantastical bars had been installed in the poorest of locales.
Now I know why.
Lou Figueroa
