Word: sodas
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Poodle-haired Mary (South Pacific) Martin faced water-pinched New York's Dry Friday like a good pressagent. When it came time for her famous onstage shampoo scene (I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair), a fellow actor poured a gallon of club soda into the makeshift shower above her head, and saved a gallon of water...
...Noise is a parasite. Anything noisy is poorly designed. And taxicabs! Why should you crawl into a cab on your hands & knees and then be unable to get out of the deep seats once you get into them? Subways are dirty, noisy, unattractive. The American soda fountain is disgraceful ; anyone who has ever smelled the midsummer-night stink of a sloppy soda fountain−decayed hamburger, sour milk, mustard and vanilla−can never forget it. The same goes for a telephone booth. Must one be crowded into a cramped, unventilated closet, use a mouthpiece which has been breathed into...
...Wellesley is as busy as an A. & P. "Don't panic," the girls tell each other as pre-exam work piles up. But some girls do panic, and a few secretly resort to "bennies" (benzedrine). Otherwise, they worry about their figures, and then at the Well, the campus soda fountain, they gorge themselves on Wellesley Specials (a brownie smothered in ice cream and hot fudge sauce). They play bebop records by the hour, but know more about Bach than any Wellesley generation before them. They are coldly practical about some things, but will gladly dress themselves...
General Manager James Floyd Albright, a onetime soda clerk who began at Cokesbury as a shipping clerk in 1925, has a simple explanation for what makes books so popular in Dallas: "It's aggressive salesmanship. That and a large stock. We want to have books people want when they come in here...
...Kierkegaard, Kafka, Connolly, Compton-Burnett, Sartre, 'Scottie' Wilson. Who are they? What do they want?" The speaker, a blimpish Hollywood Britisher in Evelyn Waugh's The Loved One, sucked petulantly on his whisky & soda and stared at his outdated copy of Horizon, Cyril Connolly's British monthly for intellectuals. If he had lived long enough to investigate the matter, he might have wondered how Scottie Wilson, a half-educated furniture dealer turned artist, had ever made his list of the big guns in the 20th Century highbrow arsenal in the first place...