Word: souped
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Unlimited Possibilities. With a dozen or more "experts" on a single hookup, the pool of knowledge can be enormous. "Does anyone, by any chance, know the recipe for pumpkin soup?" asked a participant in a recent session of the cooks. From out of the void came a voice: "Hot or cold?" When an international traveler disclosed that he was leaving for India, another subscriber told him the name and phone number of an Indian who would lend him an automobile. "There are enough people on the line so that you can ask any question and get an answer," says TeleSessions...
Jumping Through Hoops. The year 1970 was also notable because, more than ever before, the talk about consumer protection turned into action. Many businessmen had long scoffed at consumerism: Campbell Soup President W.B. Murphy once called the movement "a fad, of the same order as the hula hoop." Through gutsy persistence-and with help from the ecological activists-consumer protectors have forced Government and business to change. This year businessmen had to jump through the hoops of federal regulations, frequently issued by agencies long considered too impotent...
THERE'S A GIRL IN MY SOUP-but it might as well be a crouton. In other words, the film, adapted by British Author Terence Frisby, is about as dreary as his play of the same name. Peter Sellers is cast as the galloping gourmet of British television and the Errol Flynn (albeit a spindly one) of the British boudoir. Prinking Lotharios always meet their match, of course, and Sellers' downfall comes at the hand of a goofy colonial bird (Goldie Hawn). Sellers is fitfully amusing when not indulging an inexplicable penchant for removing his clothes...
...daughter. Dickens only gives us a scene in which a woman (not Miss Fezziwig) returns her engagement ring to Scrooge because he has a new passion, for Gain. Briscusse shows the whole courtship to the background of a song called "Happiness Is," or something like that. Pure, thick soup. The level of intelligence is nowhere near an old version of A Christmas Carol, with Alistair Sim, in which the Fezziwig episode was padded much more effectively by having Scrooge ruin Fezziwig and heartlessly take over his business...
...glance down the menu reveals nothing exotic-just square Middle American fare. The only ethnic flavor maybe is a pale, faint hint of Pennsylvania Dutch that is suggested by the filling hot sandwiches and gravybread. The hot roast beef sandwich comes with a good bowl of French onion soup, the sopped bread floating on the top. Even if it does not quite match the Maitre Jacques version (it needs melted cheese), the soup contributes substantially to a rather cheap meal...