The Girls Club, Clydesdales and Prohibition
Prohibition hit the brewing industry hard. In 1920 there were over 1300 breweries in the
U.S. happily producing more than 2 billion gallons of beer yearly. By the end of prohibition only a few of these
job-creating, revenue generating economic engines were still alive. Their secret to survival was simple, put
their plants and personnel to work making something else, hunker down and wait
out the storm.
Coors started
making ceramics. Yuengling turned to
dairy and ice cream. In St. Louis the
Anheuser-Busch company started making a nonalcoholic malt beverage called
Bevo. These companies obeyed the
evolutionary law of adapt or die. But
their hearts were ever in the business of beer.
The end of Prohibition
was a cause for celebration on both a personal and national level. This joy was felt in no greater amount, and
no less iconic a way than in the Busch family where the Busch brothers gave
their father a gift that measured in the tons.
They presented August A. Busch, Sr. with a matched team of six Clydesdale
horses.
Not one to overlook
or ignore a marketing opportunity, Mr. Busch acquired a second six horse hitch
and started them on the road to New York with a case of Budweiser for Gov. Alfred
E. Smith as a thankyou for his years of work toward ending prohibition. The trip attracted so much attention that the
Clydesdales and their wagon were sent on a long, slow journey to Washington,
D.C. On April of 1933, they made another
presentation of a case of Budweiser to President Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Now, don’t
get me wrong, Budweiser is a great beer, but, as a nation, what we really love,
are those Clydesdales.
Over the
years, the Clydesdale hitch has grown to eight, not six horses. A dalmatian dog became a fixture when A-B
opened its New Jersey training facility.
And Anheuser-Busch has become a breeder—and protector—of Clydesdales in
this country.
The horses
are huge. They stand about 18 hands high
and weight over a ton. The color seen
most often is a bay that can be dark, reddish or light. Their hooves are covered with a long, white
feathering.
I had a
chance to see these horses up close when we did a family tour of the Warm Springs
Ranch breeding farm for Anheuser-Busch, located near Booneville, MO. During the tour we went from the foaling
stalls (a new-born foal will weigh 125 pounds) to the
foal paddock, where mothers and babies are together for the first few months of
their lives. Then we toured both the
yearling paddock, and the paddock for the two-year-olds. Here is were the story gets a little
interesting.
Once the
foals are old enough to get along on their own, they get rid of the males.
There are a
couple of hard-working stallions at the ranch.
There are also maybe a dozen geldings (the only horses used on the
hitch) that are in training. Young
horses are paired with older, retired members of the hitch to teach them the
ropes. But in the paddocks the yearlings
and the two-year-old horses are all females.
It is a girls’ club.
Once the foals
are weaned, colts are gelded and either trained for the hitch or sold to carefully
vetted owners. Only the females are kept
at the ranch, taught good, horsey manners and then raised as potential brood
mares. Stallions are imported from
outside stock to prevent in-breeding.
Clydesdales
are big and beautiful. They are smart,
friendly and gentle, but you don’t mess with them. They allow the women to run the show, make
good use of the men once they have been gelded, keep the stallions segregated and
limit them to the one job they are good at.
So, why am I suddenly thinking of
politics?
Order a beer
and keep the faith.
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