the whim of an inconsequential incompetent devoid of any sense of ethics.

In the Western Club, I was more than once accused of being Joe's lover by one or two other bartenders. I passed this off as a joke, however, and continued to trade there. Then one day a new bartender came in who was a total stranger to me. Cassidy introduced himself to me formally. He was so pleasing that I decided to "adopt" him as my personal bartender.

The fourth time I was in I was with a young married friend. We had planned to use the swimming pool connected with the place. I introduced Cassidy to my friend as it was his first time in the Western. After having a drink, we moved down to the station of another bartender who tore himself out of a kissing embrace with a female customer long enough to serve us. We had been there a few minutes when Cassidy came from behind the bar, attempted to start a fight with my friend who had done nothing, made foul implications as to the morals and intentions of both of us, stated that we could not go into the pool dressing room together and then claimed me as his own personal "boy."

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Rather than have a scene, I explained to my friend that Cassidy was a buddy of mine, that he was merely excited and that we should have no trouble.

My friend stated, "That is all right, Bob. I understand how it is. I am married TOO."

If there ever was a time when an apology was in order, that was it. We did not get one. I continued to trade in the place, continued to see Cassidy and he continued to get too personal at times. Finally I had enough.

One night as I was leaving the place at closing time I found Cas-

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sidy by the door. Most of the customers had gone. More in sarcasm than anything else I asked Cassidy if he wished me to kiss him goodnight. He stated that he did so wish. I asked him if it should be behind the ear.

He stated, "No, on the mouth."

I took this Irish lad into my arms and kissed him. Seldom have I ever received such a passionate response. He really knew how. This was in full sight of his fellow workers of both sexes. He is the only bartender, male or female, I have ever kissed.

THE STRAIGHT ARE NOT SO NARROW

In essence, the situation which I found was that over a period of years I have seen almost every violation possible in bars at one time or another. I have never been a patron of a Gar bar as a regular. I can say that during the same period I did go into the Gar bar previously mentioned fairly frequently without receiving a homosexual proposal. At all times, the behavior of everyone was all that it should be.

The direct opposite has been true in the selected, presumably "straight," neighborhood bars and taverns. In the latter places I have been very frequently "propositioned" by both women and men. I rejected these offers. There have been a number of proposals of homosexual "marriage" from attractive young men who were in no way obvious. I have received such propositions under the direct attention of bartenders. Never has one made a move to eject the "offending party."

In Little Joe's I have been hugged at the urinal. In Sandy Jug I have had a horribly drunk art student at tempt to remove his trousers in front of me with a bartender looking on. At the Western, I have had a stranger

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