Word: pubs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...last month, in desperation, Lord Glenorchy picked the lock on a public lavatory in a Sussex pub and pocketed the contents: 18 pence (21?). But he got caught redhanded. In court last week. Lord Glenorchy was fined ?5 ($14) for his misdeed. Afterwards, reporters found him in his rooms wearing his regimental tie, as he boiled two eggs for tea. "I'm not a playboy," said Lord Glenorchy. "Having a title is not always an asset. Sometimes it is an embarrassment...
...Manhattan, reporters for the tabloid Daily News worked in relays to cover the dark-to-dawn activities of Actress Diana Barrymore, which reminded oldtimers of the antics of her late father John Barrymore. Because "my husband bores me," Diana began her evening by pub-crawling with an off-duty policeman ("He has a wife, two children and a Buick and must be nameless"). Returning home after midnight, she found her husband, Robert Wilcox, arguing with another rival named John McNeill ("It went on and on and I kept saying 'Shut up, boys, shut...
...Despite stern censure from the Church of Scotland Temperance Committee, brewers distributed double-strength beer specially made and mellowed for the coronation. But they indignantly turned down a Laborite's suggestion in the House of Commons that they stand every pub customer in the country six pints on the house on coronation day. "It's not practical," said the Brewers' Council...
...McGartys were Australian riffraff -and well content to be, so long as nobody tried to reform them. Hector ran the "Sword of Fortune," a pub near Sydney's waterfront, where blood flowed almost as freely as beer. Grandma lived near by, pretending to be deaf yet privy to every racket within miles. Wilma had eight children, none legitimate. Fred, during a turn at the reform school, ate a tin of nails to spite the superintendent. Clarrie was a con man and the family intellectual: "It's a sort of poetry," he said, "to read over the names...
...fact. I potter in the morning; I'm a very good potterer. I shop, I go to the village, walk around and speak to people. It's a short street and it takes hours to get from one end to the other. I stop at the pub and get back in time for lunch. In the afternoon there's nothing to do, so I work...