From the New York Herald Tribune, 28 July 1948:
Experiment With Vodka Lead to Moscow Mule.
Lime Juice, Ginger Beer and Ice Cubes Are Added to Give Potent New Drink.
By Clementine Paddleford
The Moscow Mule has kicked its way into town. Two drinks are guaranteed to
rehabilitate a nerve-riddled executive after a bad day in the office. In the
most unlikely places matrons are pouring mules like pink tea and giggling like
co-eds. The nicest thing about the mule is that it doesn't make you noisy and
argumentative, or quiet and sullen, but congenial and in love with the world.
One wag of its tail and life grows rosy.
TEAM WORK--The mule was born in Manhattan but "stalled" on the West Coast for
the duration. The birthplace of "Little Moscow" was in New York's Chatham
Hotel. That was back in 1941 when the first carload of Jack Morgan's Cock 'n'
Bull ginger beer was railing over the plains to give New Yorkers a happy
surprise. Here was ginger beer in crockery bottles tasting exactly like that
of old England.
Three friends were in the Chatham bar, one John A. Morgan, known as Jack,
president of Cock 'n' Bull Products and owner of the Hollywood Cock 'n' Bull
Restaurant; one was John G. Martin, president of G. F. Heublein Brothers, Inc.
of Hartford, Conn., and the third was Rudolph Kunett, president of the Pierre
Smirnoff, Heublein's vodka division. As Jack Morgan tells it, "We three were
quaffing a slug, nibbling an hors d'oeuvre and shoving toward inventive
genius." Martin and Kunett had their minds on their vodka and wondered what
would happen if a two-ounce shot joined with Morgan's ginger beer and the
squeeze of a lime. Ice was ordered, limes procured, mugs ushered in and the
concoction put together. Cups were raised, the men counted five and down went
the first taste. It was good. It lifted the spirit to adventure. Four or
five later the mixture was christened the Moscow Mule--and for a number of
obvious reasons.
ALIVE AND KICKING--Not knowing about the coming of Pearl Harbor, the friends
chipped in and ordered 500 copper mugs embossed with "Little Moscows." By
this time the carload of Cock 'n' Bull ginger beer had reached Manhattan, such
places as Club 21, the Waldorf Astoria, the Sherry Hetherlands, gave it an
enthusiastic reception.
Then came Tojo, and Jack Martin departed for overseas service. Cock 'n' Bull
ginger beer fought a home-staying battle with the O.P.A., the glass shortage,
the national indigestion. It survived, but only in small but important
precincts in Los Angeles.
Now again the mule is going places at a gallop--east of the Mississippi
Heublein and Brothers, Inc., are skippering Cock 'n' Bull products. Ginger
beer is being bottled in a new factory in Yonkers, Heubleins have the Vodka,
Florida has the limes.
Cheers!
George
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