Word: scotches
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...readers could take their pick of a dozen theories: the murder involved a fight over stolen jewelry; it was gang war for control of a news service to bookies; it was tied up with a West Coast shipping strike; it was war over distribution of a certain brand of Scotch whiskey; it was "The Syndicate," roiled over Bugsy's losses as manager of its $6,000,000 Flamingo Club at Las Vegas. To some confused readers it seemed that there must have been a lot of people standing outside the rose-trellised window that night, contending for the privilege...
...Anchor Line's S.S. Egidia steamed into New York harbor last week with her holds filled with 2,500,000 fifths of Scotch whiskey. It was the largest single shipment in seven years. Britain is planning to increase her Scotch production and exports to boost her dollar balances, and many other such shipments will soon follow. But this prospect brought no cheers from liquor retailers, many of whom are caught with supplies of high-priced Scotch in their cellars...
...prospects of plenty-and a buyers' strike-had already made Scotch prices drop from their $10 to $12 Christmas level to around $6. One New York City retailer last week advertised Ballantine's at $5.49, Haig & Haig 5-Star at $5.28. Gone altogether were the tie-in sales of rum and wine...
...February to 432,000,000 in May, an alltime record, and nationwide sales have dropped 20 to 30% under last year's. The big distillers were already cutting back production. Yet they had managed to keep wholesale prices up, except on poor or little-known brands. With Scotch prices down, it looked as if the domestic whiskies were next. Distillers feared that a price war-of the proportions of 1936-38 and 1940-41-was dead ahead. Consumers hoped...
...time the Cape Harting made her first port; Jessup went ashore to learn how Scotch whiskey tasted when served by a shuffling Fanti girl in a hot, dingy Gold Coast bar. Just when Jessup thought that he had licked the Machine, it literally blew up in his face. Novelist Loughlin's whale is still at large when his story ends, but readers will find stretches of remarkably brisk writing as well as murky theorizing, and large chunks of knowing merchant-marine chatter and engine-room lore...