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Act of October 28, 1919 [Volstead Act]

Record Group 11: General Records of the United States GovernmentSeries: Enrolled Acts and Resolutions of Congress

Sixty-sixth Congress of The United States of America;

At the First Session,

Begun and held at the City of Washington on Monday, the nineteenth day of May, one thousand nine hundred and nineteen.

AN ACT

To prohibit intoxicating beverages, and to regulate the manufacture, production, use, and sale of high-proof spirits for other than beverage purposes, and to insure an ample supple of alcohol and promote its use in scientific research and in the development of fuel, dye, and other lawful industries.

Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the Unites States of America in Congress assembled, That the short title of this Act shall be the "National Prohibition Act."

Title I.

To Provide For The Enforcement Of War Prohibition.

The term "War Prohibition Act" used in this Act shall mean the provisions of any Act or Acts prohibiting the sale and manufacture of intoxicating liquors until the conclusion of the present war and thereafter until the termination of demobilization, the date at which shall be determined and proclaimed by the President of the United States. The words "beer, wine, or other intoxicating malt or vinous liquors" in the War Prohibition Act shall be hereafter construed to mean any such beverages which contain one-half of 1 per centum or more of alcohol by volume: Provided, That the foregoing definition shall not extend to dealcoholized wine nor to any beverage or liquid produced by the process by which beer, ale, porter or wine is produced, if it contains less than one-half of 1 per centum of alcohol by volume, and is made as prescribed in section 37 of Title II of this Act, and is otherwise denominated than as beer, ale, or porter, and is contained and sold in, or from, such sealed and labeled bottles, casks, or containers as the commissioner may by regulation prescribe. [complete transcript at link]

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[newyorkthegoldenage]

On January 23, 1923, prohibition agents thought they'd hit the jackpot at Luigi's in the Village when they seized $60,000 worth of liquor (around a million in today's dollars). But Luigi walked, having proved that the booze was "pre-Volstead stuff."

Photo: Museum of the City of New York (MCNY)

[autumnmobile12]

Defying the Volstead Act: Illicit Affairs

“We came to America for a better life and what did we find?  Enforced sobriety.” ~ Trevor Belmont

Castlevania Prohibition AU

I’m having way too much fun with this one.  Alucard is too powerful, Sypha is adorable, and Trevor’s just done.  Definitely gonna be drawing more characters in this au, stay tuned!

[wildbeautifuldamned]

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[thepopculturearchivist]

Reflections on Prohibition. LIFE, March 11, 1926

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[portablefrailty]

Whiskey ad directly pandering to sailors from the Prohibition-era US published in Melbourne newspapers in July, 1925.

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[readandwriteclub]

↑ thank you Biden Administration! Trump didn't have shit to do with that lol

[mariacallous]

Prohibition Episode 2 - " A Nation of Scofflaws"

Assistant Attorney General Mabel Walker Willebrandt, the highest-ranking woman in the federal government at that time, the first woman to head the tax division at the Department of Justice as well as oversee federal prisons and enforcement of the Volstead Act - quite possibly the most thankless job possible.

[madhatterbri]

MCMG | A.S.

Summary: The co-leaders of the MCMGs run into some trouble.

Author's Note: Bri makes wrestlers mobsters for no apparent reason again. Lol.

Trigger Warning(s): Gun shot, blood, cursing.

Happy Friday Night Smackdown, babes. 🫶

Alex Shelley Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @smallestsnarkestgirl @cowboywritersworld @magicalbuttertarts

Also starring: DIY.

1920s Detroit

"Jesus, Chris, would you look at all this," Alex chuckled as he placed a cigarette between his lips. He produced a lighter from his jacket and lit the cig. Within seconds, he was happily smoking in celebration. "All this is going to ship out tomorrow through Ontario, Chicago, and all the other major cities. I could kiss that idiot Volstead for helping sign the Prohibition to law,"

Chris looked around the basement. Kegs filled with alcohol stacked from the floor to the basement ceiling. All he could see were dollar signs. Michigan was already prohibiting alcohol before the nationwide ban. Now that all of the United States was participating in it, their business would certainly start booming.

"I gotta hand it to you," he chuckled and patted Alex's back. "Your idea was a good one. Maybe even your best one yet,"

The men were in good spirits with their gang's potential increased cash flow. After a couple of minutes of talking, they decided to head back to their place. They never suspected the danger waiting for them outside.

Two men waited for them in the alleyway with guns drawn. When Alex opened the door, he cursed. Business may have been booming, but so was crime. Gangs left and right were fighting each other over goods and territory. Chris stepped out behind him and closed the door to their bar.

"Come on, gentlemen, just put away your little toys and go, yea?" Alex asked. He was the mouthpiece between him and Chris. Chris was more of the muscle.

Alex's question was answered with the two men leaving their guns drawn.

"Can we do it my way now?" Chris asked while cracking his knuckles. His fists were balled up. The man would always bring his fists to a gun fight.

Alex rolled his eyes and sighed. His head dropped back. He hated pointless violence. These men were just looking to make a name for themselves. The only name they'll be getting is the one on their headstones.

"They are new, Chris. I'm pretty sure that one pissed his pants when you- fuck!" Alex yelled and jumped.

One of the guns shot off, nearly striking him. Chris didn't hold back. He lunged towards one and punched him in the head. The bald man slumped to the ground unconscious. The other thug dropped his weapon and walked backward. With his hands raised, his back pressed against the brick wall. He was trapped.

"Before you meet the same fate as your partner here, mind answering some questions?" Alex asked. He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. His foot twisted to extinguish the flame. The thug shook his head. "Great! Who the fuck are you and who do you work for?"

"J-Johnny Gargano. I- my partner and I just work for ourselves. They call us DIY," the man known as Johnny answered.

Alex heard very little about them. Some up and coming gang that was trying to make a name for themselves. Every time they gained momentum, they fell flat on their face. They were kind of seen as the baby brother in the Detroit gang world.

"Listen, Johnny boy, I don't want my man to hurt you. I just bought this suit, and I don't want blood on it, you know what I mean? Let us go, and I won't unleash him on you,"

Johnny nodded quickly. Alex smiled and patted the man's cheek.

"Smart man, that is a smart man, Chris. I can see you guys making it out there. You use your brain," Alex chuckled and pointed a finger at his own head. He motioned to Chris with his head to get to the car. Alex dusted off Johnny's clothes and walked behind Chris.

"You are right. I use my brain. You don't," Johnny told him. A shot rung out in the alley way.

Alex screamed in pain as he dropped to his knees. He gripped his new wound with his hand. Within seconds, his hand was drenched in blood. A string of curses flew out of his mouth. He turned his head to see Johnny holding his gun. Stupid mistake.

When Johnny's gun jammed before he could shoot Chris, the other man attacked him. Punch after punch of Chris' hand connected to his face. Johnny laid unconscious next to his bald partner. Chris only stopped when Alex told him he needed help.

"Help me up," Alex told him.

"Where are we going to take you? Alex Shelley walking into a hospital? The Detroit Press will have a field day with that one. We can just call the coppers to let them know where to pick you up,"

Alex glared at his partner. "You don't think I know that? If I am going to die it won't be in an alley way,"

Chris helped him up. Alex held his wounded arm close to his body. Every slightest movement felt like pure agony. He had to make it back to base. One of his men had to know what to do with a gunshot wound. A few of their men were veterans from the World War.

"Hey, what about her?"

Alex looked to see Chris pointing at a woman in a nurse's uniform. She wore a blue dress with a white apron to protect the dress from getting dirty from daily work activities. A satchel hung from her shoulder.

"How are you going to get her in the car? You going to ask her if she wants to help a known gang leader? I am going to bleed out for sure," Alex groaned.

"Ask?" Chris questioned. He was never one to ask. By the time Alex could attempt to stop him, Chris was already halfway across the street. The poor woman didn't know who was coming towards her.

"Miss? Excuse me, miss,"

The nurse jumped at the sudden interruption. She had just been daydreaming and didn't expect anyone out this late at night. Everyone would make sure to be in their homes to be safe. The crime activity was bad in these parts.

"Is everything alright?" The nurse asked. The stranger was disheveled, and she wondered if he had been in a fight. When he came closer to her, she noticed some blood on his hands and clothes.

"My friend and I ran into some trouble," the stranger told her. He made sure to keep his face hidden from any source of light. Alex and Chris had their faces plastered all over Detroit at this point. "Really bad men shot him, and I am afraid I am going to lose him. We've been friends since we were just kids and -"

"Oh God, I am so sorry. The police have been working so hard to bring down the crime, but they keep crawling in. Where is your friend?"

Chris couldn't believe how easy this was. He figured he would have to put the nurse over his shoulder and take her while she was kicking and screaming. No wonder Alex was more of a talker than a fighter. He would definitely have to use this tactic more in the future.

"He is just over here," Chris told her. The nurse turned the corner and stopped. She placed her hand over her mouth. Alex thought it was the severity of his injury until he looked in her eyes. A flicker of realization flashed in her eyes. She knew exactly who he was.

"You... You are Alex Shelley of the Motor City Machine Guns," she pointed out. When she turned on her heel, she was able to see the stranger's face. "And you are Chris Sabin,"

"Yeah, and you are getting in our car and fix my friend before you end up like those guys over there," Chris motioned to the unconscious DIY guys. His nice guy act was long gone. The scared woman nodded and slid into the back seat. Alex sat beside her. Chris took the driver's seat and started the car.

The car ride was quiet as Alex removed his black jacket. He tried not to curse from the pain in the presence of a lady. Poor nurse was already scared out of her mind to be in a car with known murderers. He might as well try to act somewhat civilized. Chris was certainly not going to do that.

The nurse opened the flap of her satchel. She grabbed a pair of scissors, a bottle of alcohol, some gauze, and a bandage. Alex watched as she cut the fabric of his long sleeve white shirt. Those DIY guys owed him a new shirt.

"Well?" Chris asked impatiently. "We aren't paying you by the hour,"

"Don't mind him," Alex assured her. "It's past his bedtime. He gets cranky,"

"I swear to God, Alex," the driver muttered.

"It doesn't look serious. I will clean the wound and dress it. I would buy a sling so you don't move it around too much," she advised Alex like he was a patient at the hospital.

After pouring some alcohol on the gauze, she gently started to clean the blood and the wound. Alex clenched his teeth and panted. Apologies fell from her lips as she tried to move quickly yet effectively. The bandages were wrapped around the wound on his shoulder.

Their faces were close together as she inspected her work. He found her to be a pretty little thing. Maybe they could have dated in another life. You know, a different reality where they didn't technically kidnap her. The car was uneasily silent. Alex could tell she wanted to ask if she could leave. He thought of something to break the ice.

"So, do this often?"

[autumnmobile12]

Defying the Volstead Act: We Play What We Play

The forge master duo and Lenore playing for the speakeasy.

Castlevania Prohibition AU

The trombone is a left-handed trombone.  I definitely did not draw it backwards.  Not at all.  Don't worry about it.

[lackadaisycats]

Hi so sorry but uhhhhh I saw your ask saying “with few exceptions all the characters are the villain” and yes fair absolutely- but what about Freckle and Ivy? Freckle got roped into this and Ivy was raised into it, also not to pressure you but if you say they’re villains I’ll cry (kidding) (mostly)

Much of Lackadaisy is an exploration of very flawed, morally ambiguous characters. Many of them are deliberately orchestrating, knowingly engaging in, or knowingly accomplice to some very bad things (and I don't mean their disregard for the Volstead Act itself). The story is meant to explore a lot of the how and why they ended up in this place. There's an internal logic (or sentiment) to their behavior, but that's not really a justification for the violence they do. And my calling them 'villains' doesn't mean that their arcs necessarily exclude seeking disentanglement or making moves to do better.

Ivy and Freckle's interactions are set in deliberate contrast to what's going on around them and what they've become involved in. There's a point to that. I feel I'm doing far too much 'author attempts to explain their meaning instead of showing it' here, though, so I'll just leave it at that.

[ask-jay-gatsby]

Can you drop a tutorial on how to lock the fuck in and get on that grind please. In dire need of assistance right now

POST: LONG ISLAND, NY. AUG 1922

Dear Old Sport,

If we're being entirely honest, there have been many occasions where I've dipped into the well of my own supply to, as you say, 'lock in'.

I don't mean anything voided by the Volstead Act, either.

Dope. Dope, old sport. I don't partake any longer, seeing as I now have something better to keep me up at night, but I recommend it in moderation.

Sincerely and emphatically,

Jay Gatsby

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