Word: ately
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...ground, merely getting fed and bedded down were the paramount problems. At B. Altman's department store, 500 late shoppers and employees dined on Russian caviar, specially blended coffee and other exotics from the imported-delicacies department. Few others ate that well. At Bloomingdale's, men and women slept in the home-furnishings and medical departments. Restaurants and bars did a booming business?though many rely on electricity to make their ice, pump their water, cook their food, wash the dishes, count the receipts, and of course light the premises...
This year, the Dudley House dining hall hired a new manager, who didn't understand the difference between the two "interhouse." He thought that the girls who ate lunch at Dudley House were part of the reciprocal "interhouse," and only had them sign the interhouse sheet for meals. Soon the word spread about this profitable confusion...
Bogged Down. Ocean Spray grew bigger than any other cranberry cooperative because Founder Marcus Urann, figuring that housewives were tired of stewing fresh cranberries, decided to can some cranberry sauce. Housewives ate it up. Even so, cranberries sold mostly around holidays, and sales grew no faster than the population. The industry suffered its greatest setback in 1959, when the Government seized a few cranberries sprayed with aminotriazole weed killer and announced that cranberries so contaminated might cause cancer. That Thanksgiving and Christmas, and in the months that followed, the public reluctance to buy cranberries almost ruined the industry...
...merriest fund-raising functions ever. At San Diego's community auditorium, the auction was set in motion at 7:30 p.m. by COMBO President Robert Peterson and did not stop until the last thump of the gavel at 3:30 a.m. Meanwhile, 750 diners ate, drank, laughed and shouted themselves hoarse...
...short-storyteller of formidable skill, has unaccountably produced in Journal from Ellipsia a prodigious intellectual plonk: the autobiography of a-well, maybe it is a Hegelian monad, maybe it is an unborn soul, maybe it is a visitor from outer space, maybe it is just something the lady ate. Whatever it is, she writes about it in a style that combines the least admirable characteristics of James Joyce and Henry James with a Hortenseness all her own, and she writes about it for 375 pages. Never explains...