Word: icing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...informed reporters that the candidate would make his statement for the cameras, but would answer no questions until a press conference the next day. Stevenson placed a typed copy of his statement on the lectern and accepted a glass of water (on his standing order, it contained no ice) from an aide. He looked uncertainly at Radio-TV Executive Leonard Reinsch, who was directing the show, and asked how much time he had. Director Reinsch told him to take all the time he wanted, checked with the cameramen, and then sang out: "Roll...
...Money." Jack worked hard, made regular payments on his forgery debt (by last week he had reduced the balance to $105.34), and seemed to be an exemplary family man. In his business he was erratic and clench-fisted, but he had a weakness for children, often selling 10? ice-cream cones to the local kids for a nickel. There were other inconsistencies in the picture. Not long ago, Jack stalled a pickup truck in the path of an oncoming train, collected from his insurance company. Last Labor Day a mysterious gas explosion damaged the Crown-A; the insurance company realized...
...cost: gadget-mad Bob McCulloch's departure from mere reliance on ordinary home appliances into pioneering a sort of householder's pushbutton paradise. Items: 1) beds that spring up and away from walls for easier sheet-tucking, 2) two bars with refrigerated drawers for glassware, perpetually cold ice buckets, automatic bottle-delivery tubes, 3) a tennis court sunken completely below the annoying swath of desert winds, 4) a swimming pool with surrounding tiles refrigerated to prevent hot feet, and at poolside a "spit" that will rotate sunbathers too lazy to turn themselves for an even...
...Square. There are plenty of taxicabs (all checker banded) to take the visitor to a restaurant-the Aragva, the Praga, the Peking, the New Yar-where he will probably hear American jazz badly played and pay possibly $20 for an indifferent meal, though the caviar, the tea and the ice cream will be excellent. But Moscow night life, except for a furtive prostitute outside the Moskva Hotel and, in almost any bar, the sight of a solitary Russian throwing back innumerable vodkas will remain closed to the Western visitor...
...right, I'll have pudding." She was very cute. No sooner had Vag begun the pudding (which both looked and tasted like ice-cream) than everyone else stood up. Undaunted, he continued to eat. The hostess whispered to him urgently, "The house mother's table is leaving...