Word: goblets
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...comes the sad part of the tale. The accidental upsetting of a goblet, and the consequent tinkling of broken glass precipitated violent action. In a black thunder-cloud of wrath descended His Majesty harsh words rasped as lightning flared forth; and the much-taken-aback Commander of the Carrot, feeling on a par with the meanest of his spud-skinning scullions slunk with his companion out of the abode of the Mighty with his tall between his legs. That is why Waistootts and He-Men have not recently been found in especial Presidential favor...
...retrospect, regretted nothing save the bad wines he had drunk. "Sparkling Lacrima Cristi. . . suggested ginger beer alternately stirred up with a stick of chocolate and a large sulphur match." George Saintsbury's "Notes on a Cellar Book" suggests fine old port, beautiful and savory in its cut-glass goblet, warming and exhilarating in its proper home...
...leaps out of the four-poster in the tower, his face merry in the light of the noon sun. As his feet touch the floor, and his knees buckle under him, his joyous expression contracts to a snarl. He wabbles to the fixtures, where he pours himself a goblet of cold water. It runs down his throat, and into his stomach, every inch of its course distinctly felt. A sensation of feeble exhilaration comes over him, and he puts on his raiment, slowly, with hands that will not quite close. The prospect of a meal seems strangely boring; slush fills...
...still questionable commodities to the Saturday Evening Post. Rarely does Editor George Horace Lorimer permit an illustration of a woman smoking, practically never of a man or woman drinking. Last week's Satevepost was an exception. One article had pictures of a man beaming over a champagne goblet, a girl toying with an aperitif; but the text pointed a moral. Entitled "I Fell Off the Water Wagon," it was the testimonial of a middle-aged man who reached the final conclusion that drink is a curse. Apparently that was enough alcohol in one issue for Editor Lorimer. On Page...
...Michelin factory at Clermont-Ferrand, France, and fancied a grotesque human resemblance. A cartoonist named O'Gallot was commissioned to make the pile of tires into a trademark. Soon along the highways of the world appeared the inflated figure of Bibendum, so called because he originally appeared holding a goblet of wine, and with the slogan Nunc est Bibendum ("The time has come to drink"). The blurbal application of the slogan was that Michelin tires "drank up" the shocks and bumps of travel...