Word: daiquiri
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Absinthe in a Daiquiri. For 2½ days a fascinated jury listened before a finally exhausted Dr. Binger was allowed to step down. But Defense Attorney Claude B. Cross immediately wheeled up reinforcements: Dr. Henry Alexander Murray. Like both Dr. Binger and Alger Hiss, Dr. Murray was a graduate of Harvard. He had also studied under Dr. Jung. He testified that he had had lots of opportunity to observe psychopathic personalities at Harvard University, where he was director of the Harvard Psychological Clinic. He backed up his colleague, Binger. Chambers, he said, was a psychopathic personality...
...ordered two whisky sours and a Daiquiri, sipped from all three glasses and read over a note she had written the day before. It said: "It's extremely important that I see you . . . We're not acquainted. . . my name is Ruth Anne Burns and I'm in Room 1297-A . . . Please, come soon. I won't take up much of your time, I promise." Then she gave a bellhop $5 to take it to Eddie's room...
...could talk without lacing his brows into a gridiron scowl. Once when he was Cardinal coach, he limped to his feet at a sport luncheon explaining that he was bothered by 1) an old knee injury, 2) a shot of morphine to quiet the knee, 3) a double Daiquiri to quiet the morphine. His stories usually pictured his own rampaging footballers (among them Marshall Goldberg and Charles Trippi) as shy, timid little fellows who screamed unless he kept buying them lollipops and tucked them into bed at night. The opposition were brutes who combed their hair with wildcat claws...
...brought him a chance (as amusement editor) to go on-if not up-from there. For a time, with impish delight, he walked the tight wire between good fun and bad taste. On his pub-crawling beat, sipping an occasional dark-rum Daiquiri, he ogled the rhinestone in a stripteaser's navel, tattled on the Duchess of Windsor's powder-room behavior (she left the maid...
...phone. They yell "Oh hell!" when you ask for someone else. If men don't call and there's not too much work to be done the ladies often drop outside for a coke and tomato and lettuce, or even (oh, not often!) a little farther for a daiquiri. And other week nights are taken care of by forums, which the Radcliffe girl tends to enjoy. Friday and Saturday nights are ready and waiting, and Harvard takes care of a lot of them. The complicated system of signing out, so characteristic of all women's colleges, gets them sore...