LIGHTLY BUTTERED
by Scott William Petersen
A Presentation to the Chicago Literary Club
March 3, 2003
Wilbur Nesbit (1871-1927) was a feature writer for the Chicago Tribune and the Chicago Evening Post. In 1909, Mr. Nesbit embarked on a letter-writing campaign asking friends, acquaintances and even prominent strangers for examples of "toasts." Several years ago, Scott Petersen acquired the entire collection of responses to Mr. Nesbit's solicitations. In this paper, Scott shares some of the toasts received by Mr. Nesbit along with a history of the custom of toasting, the use of the word "toast" and a twelve step guide for the proper delivery of a toast.
Dear Bob: -In response to his solicitations, Wilbur Nesbit received a veritable abundanza of toasts from an assortment of turn-of-the-century near greats. In keeping with the spirit of Wilbur Nesbit's books, many of the toasts were geared toward friendship. Most were pretty funny -- relative to the time. Some were ever so serious. A few were long-winded and a few were awfully long-winded. One toast came from an editor of the Frank Munsey Company in New York who wrote in the accompanying letter: "Dear Wilbur, Here's your toast . . . If this toast isn't satisfactory, write one yourself and I will stand for it. Provided, of course, the book has a limited circulation like most of your works."
Why so reticent?
I wrote you a nice form letter a long time ago asking you for a toast for a book I am compiling. Nothing but original hot stuff gets in this book. Only the guaranteed live ones are asked to contribute. I want a corking here's-to- something-or-other from you. Please!
I'll not send you any more poems for a long time if you'll do this for me.
Yours, Wilbur
This world is what we make it andArthur Chapman, famous cowboy poet and columnist for The Denver Republican, provided Wilbur with two toasts. The first took up nearly a page and waxed eloquently on the challenges of exploration (it was one of those which was awfully long-winded). Chapman's second toast was more to the point and titled "To Humanity Minus One": "So all-embracing is my love for thee, my fellow man, The wine-cup I would hold above and drain and drain again; One and one only halts my glass who posts the sign 'Keep off the Grass.'"
They say we're a long time dead.
But here's to the man who makes the best
Of things before him spread.
"As girls must ever be the toast of men, what fitter, better theme for loving pen.I would like to pay that same tribute to my bride of 31 years who is with us this evening.
In all this life than this -- let those within my voices call pay tribute to the dearest girl of all -- my girl -- my wife!"
"Let's toast the ladies, if you please, the mayor, the moon, the Japanese. And ev'ry flag that braves the breeze with kowtows evident.Victor Rosewater, a Regent at the University of Nebraska, spoke pugilistically on the quality of honest perseverance:
It might be novelty to stand and drain a glass, strike up the band,
to the man who always shakes your hand -- As if he really meant it."
"Here's to the fighter who fights a good fight,Most of those who submitted responses to Wilbur Nesbit were men. Wilbur (I do feel I know him well enough to call him "Wibur") received responses from some prominent women as well. Elizabeth Gordon of Minneapolis offered a mildly dicey (for 1909) toast to those men who "hesitate":
Who winning or losing fights fair.
Here's to the fighter who fights in the light;
Such fighters need never despair.
Once more to the fighter who fights a good fight,
Who fights on the square when he must,
The fighter who fights for a cause that is right
The kind of a fighter we trust."
"A Champagne glass, a woman's lips, O they go well together.Myrtle Reed, a romance novelist who wrote Lavender and Old Lace and died tragically at the age of 37 offered two touching toasts: "May our house always be too small to hold all our friends." The second -- "They say that walls have ears. May these four walls of ours hear only laughter and kindly speech."
When sparkling wine young beauty sips -- if a man question whether,
It's wise for him to rest his gaze upon a sight which troubles,
He hesitates, he's lost, he stays. And buys a million bubbles.
"A British duke wrote in 1803 that 'every glass during dinner had to be dedicated to someone' and that to refrain from toasting was considered Scottish and rude as if no one present was worth drinking to. One way to effectively insult a dinner guest was to omit toasting him or her; it was 'a piece of direct contempt.'"The British began the practice of toasting not only for friends present but even for those absent -- particularly the ladies who were often precluded (by other customs) from barroom festivities. A British gentleman would sometimes stand on a chair and anchor one foot on the table (this is a precarious venture when you've had a few pints). He would raise his glass and announce "May the pleasure of the evening bear the reflection of the morning." This is how women came to be known as "the toast of the town."
"To every lovely lady bright, I wish a gallant faithful knight.Now, if I delivered words like this at a wedding, people would fulfill the obligatory ritual, to raise their glasses and sip. But very likely while smiling brightly, they would ventriloquist to their neighbor -- "who is that guy?" More appropriate would be the simple refrain of Mark Twain "to get the full value of joy; you must have someone to divide it with." And then you raise your glass and say "To Horace and Mildred."
To every faithful lover true, I wish a trusting lady too."