Word: scotches
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Died. Herbert Ross, 75, Scotch whisky magnate (distiller for such brands as White Horse) who lost a leg in Mesopotamia in World War I, opened his first distillery with another one-legged veteran and, as his business prospered, gave away more than ?1,000,000 to British universities, zoos, hospitals and the Wine and Spirit Trade Benevolent Society; after years as an invalid; in Cove, Scotland...
...thin ears with a drop of her own water as if applying perfume. But the most colorful character in the book is not an animal but the Fon of Bafut, a royal hedonist with a joyous appetite for women, dance, song and drink, in the form of tumblers of Scotch, gin and mimbo, the native palm potion. More than 6 ft. tall and past 80 in age, the gorgeously robed Fon moves through Author Durrell's pages like the mythic club member of some eternally tipsy Olympus. The Fon also regaled Durrell with a pidgin-English account of Queen...
...pleasures are comparatively simple. He lives with his wife (his two children are married) in a 22-room home in Sands Point, L.I. that once belonged to Producer George Abbott, keeps a Fifth Avenue apartment to be nearer his work in busy periods. He drinks moderately (Scotch, martinis), is also a wine connoisseur, does not smoke...
...Avance reach Cuba every week (at least 2,500 are confiscated or dumped by fearful agents), Zayas cannot estimate the actual readership because, he reports, some copies have found their way back to Miami so read, reread and worn out that they seem almost a transparent sheet of Scotch tape. There is speculation over Avance's glossy finances, but Zayas insists that he has no big angel, that the paper is breaking even on advertising...
...audiences' delight, he occasionally switched from Dixieland to the "high life," calypso-like melodies much favored in Africa, which Armstrong calls "the home country." Said he: "These cats are solid." Accra Municipal Council Chairman E. C. Quaye greeted Armstrong by pouring a pint of Scotch whisky on the ground as a libation to the gods, and chanted: "Akwaaba [welcome]." Satchmo's answer: "Yeah!" Then, in turn, he poured a fifth of Scotch on the ground, lamented: "I don't know what they say, but I'm sure it's going down the wrong...