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...Snob Hill Trail. It is called Cave Man Camp. There, for two days last week, Barry Goldwater slipped gratefully into seclusion, surrounded by centuries-old redwoods, water-lily-carpeted ponds, and a covey of U.S. millionaires and influentials, Republican and Democratic, who like to strip to their skivvies, swig Scotch in the sun, and forget their troubles...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Walden West | 8/7/1964 | See Source »

Prudence Penny, the New York Mirror's cooking columnist, was teaching readers how to make rum pie with zwieback crust. "Break up zwieback," commanded Prudence conventionally. The next step in the recipe was the kicker: "Keep rum bottle handy; if smashing up zwieback exhausts you, take swig of rum and resume zwieback breaking when strength returns." The extraordinary advice may have startled housewives not yet privy to the Mirror's secret: Prudence Penny is a onetime police reporter named Hyman Goldberg...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Columnists: My Son the Cook | 10/4/1963 | See Source »

...building on Honolulu's Kapiolani Boulevard one day last week, a band of ukuleles and a bass fiddle plunked out a rhythmic island tune. In the midday sun, languid, aloha-shirted islanders meandered back and forth along the sidewalk carrying their signs, pausing now and then for a swig of pineapple juice or to chat with a passerby. The occasion was neither a luau nor a festival, but the visible evidence of the first strike in more than 100 years of Hawaiian newspaper publishing history...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Strikes: A Matter of Motive | 7/19/1963 | See Source »

Bill Grana scored two touchdowns and the first quarter wasn't even over yet. The guys with the Gordon Linen towels on their heads each took another swig. They couldn't have cared less...

Author: By Steven V. Roberts, | Title: My Date: Rain And A Gung-ho Girl | 11/5/1962 | See Source »

...stood up for the kickoff. When we sat down the seats were wet again. The chill spread a bit farther. In front of us two guys were huddled together with Gordon Linen towels over their heads. They each took a swig from a bottle of rum. Dammit, I had forgotten the thermos of hot coffee...

Author: By Steven V. Roberts, | Title: My Date: Rain And A Gung-ho Girl | 11/5/1962 | See Source »

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