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...night a couple of years ago, when the candy-butcher hero of Gypsy appeared on stage, a man in the audience said to the adman sitting next to him: "Hey, you're missing the boat here. That guy ought to be a Butterfinger salesman." Since the first man was sales director of the company that makes Butterfingers, the adman was on the phone next morning to Warner Bros, offering to spend $3,000,000 on a promotional campaign if Warner would plug Butterfingers in the movie version of Gypsy. Now, in the wide-screen Gypsy, Candy Salesman Karl Maiden...
Extricated Friends. The most notorious of this greedy breed is a musclebound ex-butcher nicknamed Der Dicke (Fat Boy). A former black marketeer with many contacts in East Berlin, he got into the tunnel business for almost altruistic reasons-he wanted to help East Berlin friends to escape. While making inquiries about tools and equipment, Der Dicke made the happy discovery that hundreds of West Berlin university students were eager to help him for nothing. On his very first try, he lined up three engineering students who also had friends wishing to escape to the West. Once they had broken...
...Still Cookin'." Otto Passman looked upon all his handiwork not as that of a butcher but as that of a master chef. Cried he in response to criticism: "They say if you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. Well, I'm still cookin...
...housewife knows that she can get a tender steak by paying the butcher a small fortune for a fork-soft filet. She can also buy cheap bottom round and use a chemical to undermine its resistance. Chemically tenderized meats are now standard in restaurants and on many home dinner tables, but few chefs or housewives realize that the harmless industrial enzymes that make their meat tender-many of them now marketed in powder form for home use-rank with the subtlest tricks of modern chemistry...
...butcher outside his shop in Spoleto, Italy, leans against an ancient Roman wall topped by an abstract angel of golden bronze. Women in rusty black shawls on their way to Mass at the Church of San Domenico step gingerly past a giant iron spider. Families sipping Campari in a sidewalk cafe ponder a guitar cut from steel and mounted on a flatcar. All over town, modern sculptures of bronze and steel and iron loom over fountains, peer from alleys (see color}. Now that the initial shock is wearing off, the Spoletani are getting used to and even beginning...