Word: codfish
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...think people got tired of cocktail parties," says Mrs. Max M. Green, who gave a deb brunch at the New Orleans Country Club last week. In Chicago, when ever the Bears play at home, members of the Racquet Club gather for a brunch of Bloody Marys, eggs Benedict, codfish cakes and popovers, before bussing out to the football game. In San Francisco, Trader Vic's restaurant has made a tradition out of the annual brunch before the Giants' opening game...
Seven Jars to Satisfaction. Yet, for all his fame, Soule was never himself a chef, though he began developing a taste for fine food early in life and until the end glowingly recalled his mother's specialty: puree of salt codfish, served lukewarm. He was a busboy in Biarritz at 14, by 23 had become the youngest captain of waiters (at Le Mirabeau) in Paris. In 1939 he came to New York to manage the French restaurant at the World's Fair, in 1941 opened Le Pavilion, later added a second Manhattan restaurant, La Cote Basque...
Paul Revere hooked a wooden codfish above his coppersmith shop. In early Boston, children crowded around on Saturdays in hopes that the gilded Indian gleaming on the Province House cupola would, as superstition had it, shoot his arrow at high noon. In Pennsylvania, a weather vane in the shape of an Indian was meant as an offer of friendship-and hence protection from rampaging redskins. Soon every back-porch whittler and crackerjack craftsman was getting into the act. Weather vanes popped up in the shapes of Uncle Sam, butterflies, locomotives, Gabriel tooting on a trumpet, a haggard country doctor astraddle...
...answer was no, he would not. Bundy, who can chill a polar bear with his codfish-cold scorn, replied that his schedule was crowded; besides, he could hardly accept "an invitation given on ten days' notice." There were, however, a few points he wanted to impress on the scholars. Wrote he, in his icy reply...
Died. Thor Thors, 61, Iceland's ruddy, affable diplomat of all work, delegate to the U.N., Ambassador to the U.S., Argentina, Brazil, Mexico and Canada, Minister to Cuba, and foremost salesman of home-grown codfish, who, whenever fellow diplomats asked how come so many jobs, smilingly replied: "My country cannot afford more ambassadors": of internal hemorrhaging two weeks after the death of Brother Olafur Thors, Iceland's five-time Prime Minister and leading statesman; in Washington...