Word: soups
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...land where women often confuse fashion with flash, Mr. Ben makes hats that sport everything from canned soup to nuts, fake pennies and phony posies, ersatz ballet dancers, grasshoppers and turtles. The materials are the best that mon ey can buy: coral, jade, moonstone. The price tags come high: $475.75 down to $89.75. Each year Mr. Ben adds up the six bits and other pieces, sends himself to Europe to refresh himself on the shapes of chapeaux. On departure's eve, as a special bon voyage present, he invites his faithful clients to a soiree sale...
Then Mr. Ben tossed his crowning achievement, a trifle of black feathers, lace, rhinestones and a soupçon of warmed-over custard. Two ladies clawed away for life. "Ladies, please," begged Mr. Ben, rounding off his numbers, "that is a $475 hat." The littler lady finally let go, holding back her tears...
With instant coffee and instant soup going down so well, the U.S.'s go-getting banks have been experimenting with a new gimmick: instant interest. Last week, California's banks became the first to introduce instant interest on a state-wide basis. Following the lead of individual banks in New York and other cities around the U.S., the Bank of America and other California branch banking giants announced that they too would begin to compute interest on savings accounts from the day of each deposit instead of only at specific times...
Though his menu lists such exotic items as Bongo Bongo Soup, Javanese Sate and Bah-Mee, they are really American versions (or inventions) for American palates. "Take a Tahitian pudding made with arrowroot," says the Trader. "It's so tough you can throw it and use it as a handball. Or take a squab. In the average Chinese restaurant, that little fella comes out with his dead eyes staring you in the face. When the customer sees that naked head and the beak and the eyes, he wants no part of it. We chop the neck off it, barbecue...
Enclosed though he was in 9-ft. by 5-ft. tank, Biologist Joe D. McClure was not alone: connected with him by pipes were several billion or trillion single-celled algae (Chlorella). Looking like grass-green soup, the algae were housed in tall columns faced with transparent plastic and brilliantly lit by a bank of fluorescent lamps. Parades of bubbles climbed up the columns-and it was those bubbles, enriched with oxygen by the algae, that McClure last week breathed for 26 hours before emerging hale and hearty...