THE CITY REBORN FROM THE ASHES OF AMERICA'S MOST DISASTROUS FOREST FIRE
Tales from the old-timer
Issue Date: August 8, 2012
Babys Nut House is No More
We have acquired an ad for Babys Nut House, a tavern and dance hall run by Arthur Hartwig, better known as Art Baby, that was located abut two miles south of Peshtigo on US 41 on a bend in the highway. The old location is now off the main highway, with the new bypass. I was there a time or two after I got out of the Army back in 1946. Art was a superlative wit and prankster, with a deadpan look on his face.
He had an electrified panel on the edge of the bar, and he would occasionally hit a button to give a slight rippling electrical shock to unwary customers. This all stopped when a lady brought a lawsuit agianst Baby for shocking her. A noble-looking stuffed buck stag mounted on the wall would squirt water on you if you looked up to admire his fine set of antlers when Art hit a different button.
It was a lively place on Saturday nights, with rollicking music.
One of his ads showed Art Babys great sense of humor. A headline advertised in block capital letters: AWKSHUN SALE AND MULE DANCE AT BABYS NUT HOUSE PAVILION. It went on: Located 2-1/2 miles from Peshtigo on Highway 41, on the wrong side of the street a little North of the Black Line, about 232 feet from the Right hand quarter of the Left-Hand Bldg. you will find the Potato House, Smoke House, Root House, Hen House, Hog House, Dog House, Fish House, Hot House, and the Out House. Please come out and spend a few hours at our Out House, no mosqitoes and no bad odors. No roll paper, but a catalog. We have an agreement with the bank. They sell no beer and we cash no checks.
Sale begins when we start, or ends after the war. If you come too late just push your money under the door. Bring your own lunch, as our cook is a sloppy, toothless old hag. We have a mule dance every Thursday from 7 PM to 7 AM and you will be entertained by the Jackass Band. Wedding dance every 1st of every month, divorce dance last of every month.
There was a door labeled MEN right in the bar room, and if you opened the door there was a big fat dummy sitting on a toilet seat!
I had to shorten this or it would have used up a whole page of the Peshtigo Times.