Posted on 11/10/2004 5:00:03 PM PST by Willie Green
MILWAUKEE-November 10, 2004 — When Pabst Brewing Co. abruptly closed its headquarters here in 1996, the owner and its workers left behind a treasure trove of relics dating back to the brewer's 1844 origin.
A yellowed visitors' registry and vintage photographs uncovered in a basement storage area of the former brewing complex provide a link to the rich heritage of Pabst, once the nation's largest brewer.
A calendar on the wall in one corporate office is still turned to December 1996, when the brewing era came to a halt at the 22-acre complex. Dusty ornaments hang on an artificial balsam Christmas tree in another office area, a reminder of happier times when Pabst managers gathered in Blue Ribbon Hall at the end of the week to swap stories and share the product they had a hand in making.
That December, Pabst stopped making Blue Ribbon and its other beers at the downtown plant for the first time since Prohibition.
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Beer archeology ping.
Red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer.
Beer, helping ugly people have sex for over 2000 years.
Al Capone's vault? lol
Mmmmmmmm! BEER!
Mmmm, beer.
The brand has experienced a revival in recent years among young drinkers rebelling against established, mass-marketed brands.
Heh, Rebel without a cause....
Good ole PBR. Official beer in Athens, Gawgiaaa, or so it seemed!!! ;)
Now you've done it. You've got me crying in my beer....
"Beer is proof God loves us and wants us to be happy."
Ben Franklin
REDNECKS, WHITE SOCKS AND BLUE RIBBON BEER
(Chuck Neese / Bob McDill / Wayland Holyfield)
Johnny Russell
VERSE 1:
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
The bar-maid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass
The juke box is playin' there stands the glass
And the cig-a-rette smoke kind-a hangs in the air
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
VERSE 2:
A cow-boy is cus-sin' the pin-ball ma-chine
A drunk at the bar is get-tin' nois-y and mean
And, some guy on the phone says i'll be home soon dear
Red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer
CHORUS:
No we don't fit in with that white col-lar crowd
We're a lit-tle too row-dy and a little too loud
There's no place that I'd rath-er be than right here
With my red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer
VERSE 3:
The sem-is are pass-ing on the high-way out-side
The four thir-ty crowd is a-bout to ar-rive
The sun's go-in' down and we'll all soon be here
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
REPEAT CHORUS:
TAG:
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
good read
Modern marketing is all about selling the same bottle of beer under a hundred different labels.
Wow. Interesting. The part about the calendar reminds me of when my father passed away. He had a little shop behind our house. Until my mother sold the house, I left the calendar in the office exactly like it was, turned to the month of my father's death.
Got that right. Joe Sixpack made crap out of the local brews until they went away and left him with nothing left but the major blands.
(not a typo)
If "proxy PBR" lights these kids' wick, vintage Hamm's or Grain Belt would give them orgasms.
malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man
AE Housman
Sounds like a demented Wisconsin valley-girl.
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy - Ben Franklin
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