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Called Omaha! ("shortest musical comedy and longest radio commercial ever produced"), it liltingly celebrates the joys of Omaha and only incidentally those of Butter-nut Coffee, which is packed there. After the orchestra swung through Freberg's lighthearted, tuneful spoof of Oklahoma!-type musicals, even skeptics who had come to hoot remained to hum. The mayor is recommending the adoption of the rollicking Whatta They Got in Omaha? as the civic anthem, Capitol Records has put out a recording with I Look in Your Face and I See Omaha on the flip side. More important, from Freberg...
...jobs at all to offer in the pineries, the ruling Agrarians complacently tried to hold the peat-bog farmers and other workers of the land with sky-high agricultural subsidies. The Communists, led by handsome Hertta Kuusinen,* shouted that the men of the forests wanted jobs, not fatter butter prices-and took five northern seats...
...cereal is next. Are you sure that's oatmeal? Oh, I believe you. No thank you. I'll take Rice Krispies instead. Corn muffin . . . hey, watch it with that butter. You almost hit me. Yes, cocoa, two glasses of orange juice, and melon. What's that? You can't take juice and melon? Oh, I see. "Choice...
Eating is a serious business--a matter of man's ultimate adaptibility, involving both a sinister intuitive sense and a strong constitution. Breakfast is a cup of coffee (with cream for added nourishment) and a ten-cent side order of buttered toast. (Harold watches with a surly vigilance; there's always the chance that the grim, spindly individual who passes for an all-night cafeteria cook might slight students on butter.) Harold is careful not to tear apart and devour the bread; his meal is precise and aristocratic, punctuated with frequent glasses of free water...
...great big cake thoughtfully donated by a Lansing restaurateur, who happens to have the cafeteria concession in the new State Office Building. Modeled after the State Capitol, the 48-layer, 4½-ft-tall goody measured 22 ft. in perimeter, weighed 650 Ibs., required 500 eggs, 90 Ibs. of butter, 120 Ibs. of sugar, was hauled to Detroit by truck in six sections. Sharing the buttercream mess with some 4,000 guests, the Governor paid his pretty wife the obvious, ultimate compliment: "I think she deserves every...