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...bring the company around, Cook has started a major reorganization, giving more power to a few veteran vice presidents and centralizing far-flung product research. He has a salesman's high hopes for several products that are test-marketed: Brim, a decaffeinated coffee; Master Blend, a mix of freeze-dried and spray-dried coffee that would cost less than either Maxim or Taster's Choice; Oven Top, a chicken or turkey dressing that can be cooked without a bird; and Soft-Swirl, a mousse dessert. Meanwhile Cook faces mandatory retirement in less than three years, and the company...
...whole genre of gossipmongers was falling victim to the permissive times. As one pressagent lamented, "Nobody's shocked any more." The syndicated outlets for his column fell from a onetime high of nearly 1,000 to slightly more than 100. With press card tucked in his gray, snap-brim fedora as of old, Winchell still occasionally turned up at the scene of a major story, but the old fire was gone. "Yes, by Christ," he said, "I think I am a little bored...
...hope. When you sing gospel you have the feeling there is a cure for what's wrong." Mahalia had the gift of making her audiences feel there was a cure too. She began her performance with a Bible reading ("to give me inner strength"), then just seemed to brim over with music. Shaking her head till the combs flew out of her hair, whacking her hands together or stretching her arms ecstatically over her head, she raised her creamy contralto in such Salvationist swingers as Just Over the Hill or I Will Move On Up a Little Higher. Last...
...plump, short, silver-haired fellow, Ismaël dresses as if he were 50 or younger, wearing a fashionable black turtleneck, red corduroy shirt, hound's-tooth sports jacket with velvet collar, and snap-brim hat. In Neufchátel-en-Bray (pop. 6,000), where he lives and works in an old folks' home, Ismaël now shrugs off the snickers that greet his name. He chuckles over the judge's decree himself and says: "Her decision was ridiculous. Do I have bestiality written all over my face? After all, I'm not different...
...Bertie Wooster has just escaped from the clutching hands of Madeline Bassett, Sir Watkyn's daughter, and is reflecting on the joys of freedom. "I've seldom had a sharper attack of euphoria," he tells Jeeves over the eggs and bacon. "I feel full to the brim of Vitamin B. Mind you, I don't know how long it will last. Too often it is when one feels fizziest that the storm clouds begin doing their stuff...