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...American chocolate milk shake and double frosted. Last October, alarmed at this drift toward such dairy delights, Satirist Maurice Lane Norcott attempted to warn readers of the London Daily Mail against the perils involved. Plumbing the darkest depths of his imagination, he envisioned a Hollywood soft drink fountain in the heart of London and called it "Mother Moo-moo's Milk...
...sitting rooms; "penthouse" apartments (living room, bedroom, two baths, two dressing rooms and private terrace); air-conditioning throughout, including the roomy quarters for the 578-man crew. There are shops, restaurants, cocktail bars, a gymnasium, nursery, theater, library, swimming pool and, to make Americans feel at home, a soda fountain. With the Independence and her twin sister Constitution, to be launched in September, American Export will offer U.S. tourists a crossing from New York to Genoa in eight days...
...realistic approach is often a sound-man's nightmare. Up to five men are needed to handle the 300-odd sound effects on each show. Webb's trickiest piece of realism came when the script called for a long-distance phone call from Los Angeles to Fountain Green, Utah. "We actually placed the call and recorded it. We got all the line clicks of the trunk lines, the rhythm of the operators as they moved the call from one relay point to another. You can't fake stuff like the authentic way an operator says...
...room Desert Inn not only boasted a huge pool and a 35-ft. colored fountain, but in deference to gamblers with "kiddies," a king-size doll house. It had a temperamental French chef named Maurice who specialized in things served on flaming swords (said one awed gambler: "The guy gets excited over a steak"). It boasted a $22,000-a-week floor show, with a chorus line rivaling Manhattan's Copa Girls, Ray Noble's orchestra, Ventriloquist Edgar Bergen and a trio of French tumblers...
...with as many as 250 reporters jammed into his office, it was sometimes hard for him to tell whether a New York Times or Daily Worker man was asking a question, and the President thought he ought to know. Another annoyance was the reporters' habit, in unlimbering their fountain pens, of splattering ink on the President's prized, deep-piled green rug. Several months ago, someone emptied a whole penful of ink smack on the rug's presidential seal...