In the late 1950's, I was having a bowl of chile for lunch at the bar with Harry, Sr. behind the bar. A patron opened the side door to Chauncey St. and was having trouble holding the door open while he sliding three cases of empty bottles into the bar. Harry, Sr. made no attempt to assist the patron and when the patron appeared at the end of the bar with his 3 cases of empty bottles neatly stacked next to him, he told Harry, Sr. he wanted to buy 3 cases of bottle beers and he brought the empties in return. Harry, Sr. did not move from his standing position in the middle of the bar and told the would-be patron, "We don't have bottled beer here!" and let the patron wrestle his exit from the bar with the 3 empty beer cases with no assistance.