Word: sodas
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Strong Drinks. Though beer went into cans without trouble, it took years of research to find inside coatings that would resist the acids in soft drinks, (In early trials, grape soda came out of the can a nauseous white.) Once the problems were licked, the steel companies and canmakers spared no expense to publicize some advantages that cans have over bottles, i.e., they are unbreakable, lighter (and hence cheaper to ship), and do not have to be returned. To persuade soft-drink manufacturers that their ads ought to feature happy citizens swigging their soda pop from cans, both American...
Outside of employer-employee relationships the lives of the two races rarely intersect. An exception occurred this weekend when the Campbell's Soup factory held its annual open house, a "once a year day" complete with fried, chicken, cold soda, popular music, and softball. But the factory needs every bit of Negro support it can muster. Along with Vita Vita Foods (who distribute Eastern shore pickles and herring up and down the Atlantic seaboard) it is the town's chief source of Negro employment: about 90 per cent of the colored people here work in one of the two plants...
...night, she turns the stirrers in for cash.'' Philadelphia Police Inspector Frank Rizzo told of boozy seminars with the girls of his city: "They start on regular liquor. Then they move up to champagne. Of course, the champagne is usually wine and soda.'' "Johns" who balk at the swizzle swindle are promptly returned to their senses by a successful threat: "We'll tell your wife." The tricks are the same in the deadfalls of Miami, Cleveland and Chicago's sinful suburb, Calumet City; in the bleak hope of becoming "exotic"' dancers, many...
...Palestine, the Zerka Zupermen. Macomber's Bombers frittered away an early lead, lost to the Zupermen 20-14. After the game, Ambassador Macomber, 41, in sneakers, shorts and a sweat-stained red jersey, received the victors at an embassy reception, where he served jelly buns, chocolate cake and soda...
After turning out two volumes of excellent short stories (Sermons and Soda-Water, Assembly), Novelist John O'Hara let it be known that his next work was to be something really massive, surpassing even such weighty tomes as Ten North Frederick in length but embodying the crisp authority he seems lately to have lost in the piling up of documentary detail. But plainly, The Big Laugh is not it. For a mercy, it is shorter. For a pity, it is perhaps O'Hara's worst book. In its account of Hollywood in the 1920s...