Word: soaps
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Sirs: ANENT COL. VISKNISKKl'S APOPLECTIC DENIAL OF RESPONSIBILITY FOR TOWEL CURTAILMENT AT PHILADELPHIA EVENING LEDGER, IT MAY HAVE BEEN SHEER COINCIDENCE BUT SHORTLY AFTER THE COLONEL WENT TO THE NEW YORK JOURNAL IN 1930 . . . THE CITY ROOM WASHROOM WAS TRANSFORMED. LIQUID SOAP DISPENSERS WERE RIPPED OUT OF THE WASHBASINS, AND RAGGED CHUNKS OF DIRTY BROWN LAUNDRY SOAP LEFT IN THEIR PLACES. THE CLOTH HAND TOWEL MACHINES WERE WRENCHED FROM THE WALLS. AND SPIKES WERE DRIVEN ON WHICH WERE HOOKED TORN BATCHES OF COARSE BROWN WRAPPING PAPER FOR TOWELS. THE LIGHT WAS TAKEN OUT OF THE CEILING...
...hungry friends and relatives in Germany after World War I, Germans in the U. S. sent many a neat package of sausage, chocolate, coffee, soap, with Gruss und Kuss (Greetings and Kisses). The practice became popular again when Hitler ordered the Nazis to stick out their chests, pull in their stomachs, get ready for World War II. Last fall, as German belts began to tighten behind the British blockade, a stream of food packages began to flow from the U. S. to Germany, through neutral countries...
Taken as wholes, each of these stories is almost as warm, as living, as persuasive, as if a first-rate writer had written them. But they have a woman-magazine-overtone, a sort of moral odor of Ivory Soap which gets oppressive. Thus tuned for housewives, the high quotient of safe-and-sane marriages, superior wives, is notable...
...ranking salaries of 1938. Of the first ten, top five were industrialists, last five were cinema folk. (Last year, Hollywood placed seven in the first ten.) Biggest salary went to ruddy-faced, badminton-playing Francis A. Countway, president of Lever Brothers Co., makers of Lifebuoy, Lux Toilet Soap, Lux Flakes and Rinso...
...mother, Mencken tells little. Of Baltimore food (hardshell crabs with "snow-white meat almost as firm as soap"), of Baltimore sewage (in summer it masked the city with the odor of "a billion polecats"), of his own petty larcenies and light vices, of the alley Negroes (he calls them coons, Aframericans, blackamoors), of policemen, of livery stables, of trips to Washington with his father, he tells a great deal, most of it as solid as it is entertaining. He writes a beautiful chapter on his father as a businessman, drinker and practical joker, makes him, quietly, a great comic character...