Word: salads
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Mashed potatoes (whiter than Snow White claims to be) in a rosebud border, green (with envy because they never get top billing) sugar peas plus a fat and sassy mushroom or two, French fried onion rings that speak for themselves, and a chopped green salad for your vitamin quotient...
...crashers, 250 members of the mounted Guarda Nacional Republicana were on hand at the Quinta do Vinagre: inside, 200 blue-liveried servants passed around flutes of champagne and a midnight snack of lobster salad. All night, the local Portuguese crowded to get a closer look at Gina Lollobrigida in a plunging pink ballgown, the Begum Aga Khan's colossal diamond necklace and Sukarno's ex-wife Ratna Sari Dewi in a tight red gown. Someone remembered that it was Henry Ford II's 51st birthday, and everyone sang "Happy Birthday, dear Henry," while he blew...
...years, food manufacturers have used a chemical called butylated hydroxytoluene, or BHT, to prolong the storage life of fats in a variety of products-from shortening to salad oil to potato chips. Now researchers are beginning to wonder if the preservative cannot also be used to prolong the life of man. That possibility is suggested by Biochemist Denham Harman of the University of Nebraska medical school. With regular feedings of BHT, he was able to lengthen the life span of a strain of laboratory mice by 50%. "In human terms," says Harman, "this is equivalent to increasing life expectancy from...
...name is The Green Berets, based on Robin Moore's bestseller. To Producer, Co-Director and Star John Wayne, the war is primer-simple. There's them and there's us. Us are the Green Beret crack troops led by Wayne with a chestful of fruit salad and a no-nonsense approach to the dovish American press, personified by David Janssen. During the beating of a V.C., Reporter Janssen protests, "There's such a thing as due process." "Out here," sneers Wayne, "due process is a bullet." Built on the primitive lines of a standard western...
...with a kiss-so all-consuming that Mia allowed her dangling cigarette to burn a hole in the suit of a somewhat wobbly diner. "I don't like that!" he protested, staggering to his feet and menacing poor Mia. Neither did Mitchum, who plastered a plate of salad on the Dutchman's face. In return, the gentleman heaved a salad at Mia. Before the waiters broke up the festivities, the air was full of cucumbers and tomato slices. Custard pie, anyone...