Word: breathings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...television screen shows a college crowd clustered on the beach. One of the niftiest coeds of the lot, Betsy, is off by herself, ignored, patting castles in the sand. A girl friend comes over to console her. Betsy whispers a burning question: "Could I possibly have bad breath?" The answer is could be, and Betsy is slipped a mouthwash. Then the camera dissolves to THE NEXT WEEKEND. The same old gang is singing around a bonfire on the beach. Only this time Betsy and one of the guys are making out like crazy. Her girl friend returns, and coos: "Looks...
...school football coach. His mouth tastes like a pair of socks after a hard day's scrimmage, but he's too stupid to know it. A player gives him a cold eye and blurts: "Why were the guys whispering? I'll tell you. You have bad breath. BAD BREATH!" Instead of booting the impudent brat out of the locker room, Coach goes on a Micrin bender, leaving the audience to conclude that now, by gosh, his team will get out there against State, and win one for the Gipper...
Only a shade subtler is the Scope campaign, which opens with a man in a T shirt emoting into his mirror: "Boss, you could fire me for this, but you have bad breath. BAD BREATH!" Then, anguished minutes later, the employee is in the office and begins, shakily, "Boss," only to be interrupted, mercifully, by the boss's fragrant announcement: "Johnson, I have discovered a new mouthwash...
...leading the delegation, Ford's principal technique is the Agreement to Disagree. He is a master at fuzzing over policy conflict with position papers and embracing obviously incompatible views in a single breath--gracefully avoiding commitment to both. He manges to maintain some semblance of unity among politicians who may have no more in common than the side of the aisle on which they sit. His argument, in effect, is that people with widely varying beliefs can belong to the same church (Republican), as long as they pay the minimum measure of respect expected of God-fearing men -- attendance, dues...
...northeast. Pilots dipping from crystalline skies prepared abruptly to make instrument landings. In midmorning, motorists inched through the Stygian haze with smarting eyes and headlights ablaze. Skyscrapers were amputated at the midriff. Pedestrians in city streets gasped at the miasmal murk even as newspaper headlines screamed that their next breath might be a dose of poison...