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...struggle Jackson brings an engaging manner of easy, open affability, although he delivers his speeches woodenly. At age 59, he keeps fit by swimming daily in the Senate pool and avoiding late night conviviality. In other days he drank a Scotch or two a week, but not now. "I'm in training," he smiles. So, traveling first class on each campaign flight, he stows the two allotted shot bottles of liquor in his flight bag. Already this year he has logged 160,000 miles to visit 31 states, and the collection of unopened bottles is up to well over...
Raymond Murcell as Polyphemus displayed a perfect combination of grotesque rage and pathetic impotence. His love aria--with an amusing piccolo obbligato solo--was especially well-ornamented and had a healthy rhythmic bounce supported by the continuo. A Scotch snap rhythm (more formally known as inverted dotting) was used for the aria. Though this is missing from some recordings of Acis, the obbligato solo clearly calls...
...already gone on much longer with more serious consequences. The 15,000 striking I.L.W.U. members had idled 249 ships at a cost of about $2 billion. Feed grains, furniture, machinery and even Christmas trees destined for Viet Nam had piled up near the docks; ships carrying bicycles and Scotch were anchored in the ports. Major importers estimated that the work stoppage had reduced their annual volume of sales by 15%, and West Coast politicians had bombarded Nixon with demands that he intervene...
...Leningrad. But there were also 177 empty berths-reserved by the Soviet embassy in London at an average cost of $108 to make sure that no enterprising journalists suddenly decided to make the trip. As the spy ship slipped away, loaded with last-minute purchases of cigarettes, sweaters and Scotch, its loudspeaker burst forth with the rousing number If I Were a Rich Man from Fiddler on the Roof...
...approached in the sordid lounge of the famed Alcron Hotel by a portly, fortyish fellow who sported a handsome toothbrush mustache and a button-down Oxford-cloth shirt. He plumped himself down in an overstuffed armchair next to me. After ordering scotch with water "but no ice," he introduced himself as "Roger Smith, a professor of social sciences." He noted that he was an American scholar studying the aftereffects of the "Prague Spring" and the Soviet invasion. With a heavy Slavic accent, he lapsed for several minutes into part sociological jargon, part hilariously outdated American slang, last heard...