Word: cocktailing
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...PARTIES: People have a surprising liking for large banquets, conventions and cocktail parties. One explanation for this may be that it seems a highly efficient way of exploiting the time allocated to social intercourse. One devotes oneself to the simultaneous consumption of food and people. To be the only guests to dinner is normally considered less flattering than to be invited with many others, perhaps because it suggests that your time is at such a low price that you are content to meet a couple of people at a time...
What the public is watching is gags lifted from tales as old as the Arkansas Traveller (ca. 1860) but spliced together with production as new as Laugh-In. On Hee Haw, the graffiti adorn not bikini-clad boogaloo dancers but Burma-Shave signs, and the routines occur not at cocktail parties but in cornfields. That is their natural habitat. One of the company announces, "I'm a farmer in a candy factory." "Whaddaya do?" asks a chorus of rural voices. "I milk chocolate." In another rib cracker, the straight man wonders: "Hey, Junior, how come I saw you eating...
...than for President Nixon to reach the astronauts on the moon. It took no time whatever, though, for new bits of Franglais to crop up, such as "Voilá la go." Trader Vic's restaurants around the U.S. and in London served a tiny American flag in every cocktail; Harolds Club in Reno offered Moonshots of vodka and apple juice served in a glass shaped like Apollo's command and service module...
...shooting is about on schedule. Lana and the old sweater-girl figure are holding up pretty well for her years (49). She is getting along swimmingly with Producer du jour Doniger, who himself professes to be having "desperate fun" with the cast and show. "It is like having a cocktail party on the wing of an airplane." Lana does make her daily 5:45 a.m. calls, and has difficulty only in getting a fix on her unraveling character. "There have been so many story versions that I am still trying to figure out what kind of woman...
While guests at the French Embassy enjoyed the Bastille Day cocktail party in the Honduran capital of Tegucigalpa, a slow old C-47 transport plane circled the city. One of the plane doors opened and out rolled a bomb that landed harmlessly in a muddy field. It was the Honduran capital's first taste of the tragic and senseless miniwar that erupted last week between Honduras and El Salvador. At two points along the ill-defined border, Salvadoran troops pushed into Honduras, and the small air force of each country flew raids against military and industrial targets. After five...