Word: aromas
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...really needs are some good shows. Aside from alert news and sports coverage, big, sprawling Mutual has only six or seven programs worth the time of day or night. Ed knows his weakness: "Programs will be our No. 1 objective this year." He means "programs with that commercial aroma." Ed once directed Conductor George Szell of the Cleveland Symphony Orchestra not to play over Mutual "for art's sake-play simple, melodic things for the millions...
Lavender & Jazz. In 1925, when the aroma of moonshine hung like lavender over the big Bull Market, Tammany ran him for mayor. He was the people's choice. He was an hour and a half late to his own inauguration and late to almost every public ceremony thereafter. He called himself "The Late Mayor." He filled city offices with sluggish Tammany favorites. He kept a wardrobe of 70 $165 suits, drove about the city in a $17,000 Duesenberg. He lolled happily at the fabulous Central Park Casino with his mistress, musical comedy star Betty Compton (whom he afterwards...
Nothing at Harvard is so impressive as the impact of the intellectual and cultural atmosphere which greets each person as he (or she) crosses the bridge, escaping from the aroma of baked beans, and other sundry smells. --P. L. E. Nieman...
There were raccoon coats with built-in hip flasks, plaid-seated convertibles, plenty of Canadian Club; Vag was mentally immersed in a maelstrom of all night parties and lost weekends. He saw the crowds and colors of November Saturday afternoons and smelled the mixed aroma of burning leaves, Chanel, and rye hovering over Soldiers Field. Pretty girls there would be by the score, by the six dozen--the "golden girls." The bright lights and gay scenes revolved in perfect time to the Six Little Tailors, and for once, Vag smiled at the jingle...
...sometimes looks more like a ham actor in search of a role. Says Son John Lloyd Wright: "I can think of him . . . as Don Quixote, to whom every windmill was a woman in distress; as Apis, who was conceived by a bolt of lightning; as Ferdinand, who loved the aroma of flowers; as Reynard, whose affection at times was no match for his appetite...