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...anyone does not know how these ingredients taste, let him whip a quart of the thickest cream, mix the best green salad he knows how, pour a tumblerful of creme de menthe. cook up a bowlful of spicy Hungarian goulash-then mix them all rapidly in a tureen and spend two hours trying to consume them all at once...
...Weller & Co., Practical Soaps). Few years later, a dandy in sideburns and tight pants, he had risen to No. 1 U. S. "soap-slinger," become partner of the soap firm of John D. Larkin in Buffalo, N. Y. His supersalesmanship made a household word of Larkin's Creme Oatmeal Soap. He invented the Club Plan, pioneered the premium method of selling (celluloid collar buttons, buttonhooks, "solid silver" spoons, the Chautauqua Lamp). But at 36 (in 1892) he suddenly sold out for $75,000, enrolled at Harvard as a special student in literature and history. Shortly thereafter he had several...
...evening, Picasso dines at the same little restaurant on the same pasty food, will then take a cafe-creme at the Cafe de Flore, almost always with the same group. His wit, which has made him feared by sycophants, is famous and often malicious. Examples: (of a young girl artist) "Her mother drinks, her father drinks, and it is she who has the red nose"; (of James Joyce) "an obscur whom everyone can understand." Picasso's critics do not like the way he pretends that nothing he says can have any really damaging effect. They point to this...
...secondhand are such random anecdotes as one concerning a friend of a friend who once found himself in the company of a bunch of U. S. millionaires aboard a trans-atlantic liner. Feeling out of things because they were talking nothing but big money, he ordered 365 glasses of creme de menthe, whereat the millionaires treated him as one of them. Firsthand, the funniest thing he remembers is when the left-wing press said his Tom Paine should have been written by "a competent Marxist." In a lame conclusion he tells in detail how he wrote each of his biographies...
...spend the next day in bed and there is all that time you managed to save. Bull-sessions don't educate you at all, either. And sometimes you can make yourself sick enough smoking cigarettes to end up at the Infirmary. The Infirmary, of course, is the creme de la creme, and the pinnacle aspiration of the man who wants to spend his Reading Period wisely. There you can get chocolate milks and orange juice on order, you are surrounded by easy reading like the June "Atlantic" and a complete file of the "Saturday Evening Post," and the lights...