The Press Club
Tabloid newspapermen must have somewhere to cash checks, and this is as good as any. Better than most of the reporters' haunts downtown. In the Forties, east of Third (141 E. 46th St.), and up a short flight of stairs. No raids because they're really careful, but a turned-down hat brim and a drooping cigarette will pass anybody.

The liquor is the McCoy, notably the Scotch whiskey which is reputed to be delivered through the connivance of influential ship-news reporters direct from Rum Row. Johnny is both owner and bartender. He's expert, kindly and easy-going. Credit as high as $100 has been extended to working pressmen. Ladies are welcome. But they must be ladies.