Word: sodas
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...places to go and things to do. She can catch one of a number of trains back. When you go to visit her without means of automotive transport, there is a limited number of prospects before you. Two, in fact. Visiting the corner drug store for a soda and walking around the dimly lit and grassy shores of Lake Waban. The latter type of entertainment is recommended for them...
...never lobbied before. He knew few Congressmen. When he got to Washington, he discovered that the House Foreign Affairs Committee had already closed its hearings. But swarthy Jagjit Singh went to work. He organized no letter campaign, deluged no Congressmen with telegrams, threw no Scotch-&-soda parties in a plush hotel room. Instead he padded up & down corridors of the Congressional office building, calling on members. He found them sympathetic, but unwilling to buck the U.S. State Department, the British Empire and UNRRA. He argued: India was chipping in $35 million to UNRRA, while millions of its own were starving...
Many a U.S. soldier in England, after sampling Britain's flat, fizzless (and now watery) beer, has longed for the soft drinks of his home-town drugstore. Last week the Army announced that he will soon get them. Army post exchanges are importing soda fountains, drink-dispensing machines, ice-cream freezers. Also on the way: U.S. civilian soda jerkers, who will teach soldiers and civilian workers the trade, perhaps the lingo...
...rays and incubators. A mess hall (capacity: 450) had finer equipment than any hotel in Montana, but nothing and nobody to serve. A dozen boys and girls shouted down empty corridors of a school-house built for 200. Lloyd Badgley's store had piles of canned goods, a soda fountain, gleaming meat refrigeration, no customers...
...that anyone in Nassau could say with assurance, the man who killed Sir Harry Oakes might even now be sipping a whiskey & soda at the Prince George bar. Or he might be racing a fleet sailboat before the Royal Nassau Sailing Club. He might be talking business in a Nassau office, taking part in a cocktail-party discussion of the mystery-or resting, full fathom five, beneath the clear waters off Hog Island. Or he might not be in the Bahamas...