Eliza Ripley,
Social life in old New Orleans
(1912)
“ They are long gone. Their sons, the beaux of that day, quietly graduated from the eggnog to the sideboard, become even older men than their fathers, are gone, too.I remember a very original, entertaining beau of those days saying eggnog was good enough for him, and when he felt he was arriving at the brandy-straight age he meant to kill himself. How would he know when the time for hari-kari came? “When my nose gets spongy.” He had a very pronounced [56] Hebrew nose, by the way. Not so many years ago I heard of him hobbling on crutches. ”
