Word: daiquiris
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...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...
Describing a "pep talk" given by MacLeish to OWI field officers at Washington's swank Carlton Hotel, O'Donnell printed in full the $6-a-plate menu, smacked his lips over "a bar with Martini, Manhattan and Daiquiri cocktails, plus scotch highballs for a starter, a dry white wine with the fish, a sturdy burgundy with the meat and all topped off with coffee and liqueurs, cigars and cigarets." Afterwards a "visiting fireman of war information" remarked: "And now I'm supposed to go back home and tell them we all must sacrifice and reduce our standard...