Jack: Looking at the picture you posted. Remembering having been in that building during the late 1950s with my mother--the curtain store--not the bar. I'm sure my father passed over a little of his wealth in the "Rustic Inn Bar" while Mom shopped in Allen's. I suppose installing a few panels of knotty-pine qualified it as rustic, eh? And, I do recall and saw woman use "The Ladies Entrance". But not for long. Soon they were jacking up their skirts, lighting up a cig. and sitting at the bar, along with the big boys... and taking on their partner's bad habits.
I can hardly review those days without seeing rainy streets with the red and white bar neon signs reflected across wet pavements. We had a lot of bars and churches in old Germantown. Each neighborhood seemed to have its favorite watering-hole. Some of those that stand out in this area were: Wolfman's, Madden's, The Idle Hour, Sonny's, The Penguin and the Old Beef and Ale House on Wayne Ave. And, of course, there were all those 'private clubs' defeating paternalistic Sunday "Blue Laws". A terrible thirst makes some men crazy. Down Chelten Ave. the white bulb lights at the Whosoever Gospel Mission shouted out: "Jesus Saves" and gathered in many that lost their way in some of these saloons. It was an interesting neighborhood, and I'm not surprised to find, after nearly fifty years, that some of the major buildings have survived, although in altered states: Allen's, Rowell's, Bell Telephone and Pat Page. Too many of the others: Linton's, the Orpheum and the Colonial have joined the dustbin of history.