Word: gins
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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When it comes to tippling, nobody in West Germany out-topes the West Berliners. Low taxes have made liquor so cheap (75? a fifth for gin, $1.25 for local whisky) that the Communist-encircled city not only produces 20% of West Germany's bottled cheer, but also consumes it at the elbow-straining pace of 18 fifths per year per person-double the rate in the rest of the country. Last week the 15-year-old oasis of cheap alcohol was drying up, the victim of a forthcoming New Year's tax increase. Long queues of customers stood...
Police Cleanup. Germany's DEMAG steel company this year is sending out lithographs, some up to 150 years old, that depict 19th century ironmaking, and Bertelsmann, the Westphalian publishing house, will give hampers filled with Westphalian ham, pumpernickel and Steinhagen, a German gin. France's Banque Dupont will send a classic Eversharp desk set with two pens. Dujar-din, the cognac maker, is distributing an auto distress kit complete with blinking light. NK, Sweden's leading department store, sends out an LP record called "Music from Creative Sweden," while the Skandinaviska Bank distributes great straw plant baskets...
...Haul Comité pour la Défense et l'Expansion de la Langue Française, formed to ferret out all the linguistic "degradation and corruption" of franglais in the land where tons les types enjoy le shopping at le drugstore, having a whisky-soda or gin and tonic served by le barman while they watch the playboys with sex appeal in smokings (tuxes) stroll by on their way to le dancing or le striptease. Ah, M. Pompidou. Hélas, quel...
...Hawthorne High and finished at the Hollywood Professional School. He is a most unlikely-looking surfer: he stuffs 50 extra pounds into the custom-made, pseudo white levis the group wears on stage. Carl spent most of the interview reclining on a bed in another room, drinking gin and tonic and absent-mindedly squeezing a girl who sat next to him. The television in his room blared and he watched, only casually interested he tossed his head periodically, switching the long brown hair from his face...
...revelers in the Ginza cocktail lounge looked like any other gathering of Japanese junior executives: a bit soft around the middle, a bit busky-cheeked from golf and gin, affluent and amiable. The song they were singing sent a charge of shock through the bar: "Monday and Monday, Tuesday, Wed nesday, Thursday, Friday and Friday.". It was a battle song of the Japanese Imperial Navy, extolling daily dedication to the glory of Nippon. As the singing died away, the men spontaneously turned to reminiscences of Rabaul and Savo Island, Bataan and Okinawa. "Wasn't it great," said one, "those...