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...feed the growing empire, Lyons built a 70-acre plant near London to process coffee, tea, custard powder, chocolate. Lyons, which now employs some 30,000 people, sells an average of 770,000 meals and 680,000 cups of tea and coffee a day, turns out 2,000,000 servings of ice cream, nearly 500,000 cakes. At the end of its last fiscal year, it listed total assets of ?19,414,076, reported a net profit for the year...
...thing they do know: that a belt of crustal uneasiness surrounds the entire Pacific Ocean. The Pacific's shores are nearly all high and rugged, decorated with volcanoes or with young (a mere 100,000,000 years or so), still growing mountain ranges which shake periodically like custard on a plate. Atlantic shores, much calmer, are mostly old and stable...
Died. Charles Butterworth, 46, stage & screen comedian whose hesitant, apologetic manner helped lift Hollywood comedy out of its custard-pie trough; in an automobile accident near Los Angeles, when his British roadster jumped a curb, struck a lamp post, left 180 feet of skid marks. Originally a newspaperman (said his kindest city editor: "Charlie is worth every bit of his $26 a week"), he got his theatrical start with a Rotary Club lecture in J. P. McEvoy's Americana, later became famed for his deadpan burlesque of the eager, mousy little guy he really...
...hunch is wrong. It is more like a parody on almost all his worst weaknesses. He has loosened his loose, gabby prose until it is as flabby as Nesselrode custard. His hero, Private Wesley Jackson, is a writer-of the Saroyan persuasion. He even has the Army job Saroyan had: writing scenarios for training and documentary films. And just to moisten the damp resemblance, Saroyan makes him a precocious Californian: Wesley is published in the New Republic when he is only 18-but it never goes to his head. Nothing does...
...nation could not quite believe that UNO was really in danger of blowing up. The land of the airborne custard pie and the quick punch in the nose, of the goon, the stink bomb, the special deputy and the Bronx cheer had never found peace very peaceful. In the midst of their own private postwar fights over wages, rents and nylons, many a U.S. citizen saw nothing out-of-the-way in the United Nations quarrel over Iran...