They had pale
beer, and they put alcohol in the
bottom. It was hot in the summer, and it was so cold you could see the frost on the outside of the container…It tasted so good and cold, I said
wow. They said, 'man, you ready for another,' and I replied, 'yeah.' After about the third one they said when you going to blow. I said I was ready, but when I tried to get up I couldn't get out of the seat. They said, 'man, this
cat come up here and got hootied.' So from then on the cats started calling me Hootie."
- Frank Driggs and Chuck Haddix, from "Kansas City
Jazz: From Ragtime to Bebop -- A History"