Word: gins
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Happy Birthday (by Anita Loos; produced by Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II) shows what a frightening assortment of drinks in a Newark ginmill did to-and for-a prim, plain-looking little librarian (Helen Hayes). On any realistic basis, abstemious Addie Bemis, loaded with pink ladies, whiskey, sloe gin and champagne, would doubtless be violently sick by 10 o'clock; but Happy Birthday is far from realistic, and by 11 o'clock gaily gyrating Addie has copped herself a husband...
...just one of a hundred fields of endeavor. Baked beans were scarce in New England. Fatback was scarce in the South and thousands of cooks were grumpily boiling vegetables without it-just like the damyankees. But you could get things, Mac. If you wanted to load up on wine, gin, rum or all three you could get a bottle of Scotch. You could get a new automobile by trading in your used car for a reasonable price-say about nine dollars. In San Francisco one John M. McLachlan got a used bathtub for only $8.25 above the ceiling price...
...biggest worry to a series commentator is the reaction of the fans away from the ballpark. "They don't know the park and can't visualize exactly what's happening," says Corum, in his gin-croak voice. "Like last year, when the ball got away from the outfielders and was lost in the shrubs. I said: 'This is like town lot baseball; they've even lost the ball in the weeds.' And then I annoyed 'em when I told again what lousy baseball they were playing. I think I said...
Mayor William O'Dwyer of New York, who has received shamrocks from the Lord Mayor of Dublin, a painting from the Lord Mayor of Cork and Holland gin from the Burgomaster of Amsterdam, was still taking it-this time a dozen Banbury buns from the Lord Mayor of Banbury...
...make the blowout a success, Harriman and Assistant Paul ("Piggy") Warburg had worked overtime bullying caterers and procuring gin, bourbon and some synthetic fruit juices. There was no ice or Scotch to be had. "I thought Americans always had ice and Scotch," muttered a few disgruntled Britons, but for others the plebeian spirits did well enough. A few drunks were soon reeling here & there. The dignified staggers of U.S. junior officers drew many a disparaging glance and word from moralizing chauffeurs clustered at the entrance. Only the waiters and bartenders seemed unhappy. As the afternoon wore on they grew progressively...