Word: lemon
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...movie. (Says Hoagy: "She's 70 now, but she can still swing the bass handle.") At 20, Hoagy went to Indiana U., then a hotbed of hot music, and promptly began flying about with a flock of undergraduate musicians known as the "Bent Eagles." Their diversions: "Sensuously . . . stroking lemon meringue pie," "muggling" (smoking marijuana) and writing such deathless lines as: "One by one a cow goes by." Their byword: "There are other things in the world besides hot music. I forget what they are, at the moment, but they are around...
...book, he said he had no intention of dissolving his mushrooming companies. He liked the feel of being a big businessman. Gagged he: "We're not on the Big Board yet, but we're coming along. Pretty soon we ought to cut a lemon...
Responses Eleanor Roosevelt was asked the oldest living question in, newspaper interviews: what do you eat? The answer: whatever the others eat, since she rarely eats alone. Otherwise: fruit, coffee and one piece of toast for breakfast (after an eye opener of hot water and lemon juice) ; crackers and milk for lunch ; "I'm usually out to dinner." Jules Romaines, France's marathon serialist (Men of Good Will), clucked sadly at the writer's lot in the U.S., where "a writer ... is regarded as a specialist...
...ever-popular Radcliffe teas, sponsored by the PBH Freshman Committee, are unique, as teas go, in that genuine Orange Pekoe, in cups with handles is served together with cream, sugar, and even a slice of lemon. Here, under afternoon lights, newcomers, shy or otherwise, will have an opportunity to meet incoming Radcliffe Freshmen and transfer students. The generally well-attended teas will be the first since February...
...debutantes, and many a "five-shilling touch" from Piccadilly in full war paint. Hedda Hopper of Hollywood was there (in one of her hats). So were Wellington Koo, Sir John (now Viscount) Simon, Lord & Lady Mountbatten and General Spaatz. With cautious restraint, Clement and Mrs. Attlee sipped gin and lemon. Herbert Morrison wandered pixy-like and alone through the garden to the huge refreshment tent, sampling a brave but pallid collation of austerity sandwiches and hors d'oeuvres. Through it all stood friendly, broad-shouldered Ambassador Averell Harriman, shaking hands with each of his 2,000 guests. Once...