Word: tequila
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...beauty-parlor walls, waiting and listening to the hum of electric clippers and dryers. Young wives come in fashionable maternity middy blouses, push wire carts through the aisles of bright supermarkets, squeeze cellophane-wrapped loaves of Bimbo bread and Bimbollos (rolls). Husbands buy bottles of the new, high-quality tequila (from the modernized distilleries in the town of Tequila, 35 miles away) and Sangrita, a tequila chaser made of a secret formula of tomato juice, lime juice, orange juice, sugar, salt, pepper, chilies and spices. The couples watch carefully as automatic cash registers whir up the week's purchases...
...fringes of the Communist upper-crust drift several hundred fellow U.S. Communists and fellow travelers of lesser rank. Bearded and beardless, they idle away the hours in avant-garde jazz cellars, drink tequila and loaf. But the top-line expatriates live well. Most of them rent comfortable, well-staffed houses in Mexico City or the flower-splashed resort town of Cuernavaca, talk art in stately houses set amid the ancient colonial towers and belfries of San Miguel de Allende. Shying away from publicity, they entertain one another at dinner, avoid noisy nightclubs. They operate businesses (in travel, real estate, even...
...Glass of Tequila. Fenton announced that he had indeed planned to rob the Americans, but that the job had been carried out by two local tourist guides. Quickly arrested, they protested innocence. Then came word that the bodies on the beach were those of two unidentified auto-accident victims. In jail Fenton was interviewed by a U.S. newsman, who gave him a glass of tequila to calm his nerves. Fenton broke the glass, slashed his wrists. Mercilessly, police grilled the remorseful travel agent far into the night-until at last he broke down, confessed in full. At week...
...customary in the reading period, CRIMSON editors are taking their weekends with pulque, mescal, tequila, and books on sunny little ledges north of Acapulco. There will be no Saturday Crimes...
Across Mexico's Isthmus of Tehuantepec swept a boom fever as intoxicating as tequila. In the tiny coastal towns of Minatitlán and Coatzacoalcos. Mexicans with bulging bankrolls were spending them on refrigerators, Mixmasters, and dozens of other items they could only dream about a few years ago. Slapdash buildings were going up everywhere; Minatitlán's newest hotel opened for business before it was even finished, a second bank went up, honky-tonk bars and gambling joints were busy 24 hours a day. Cause of it all: sulphur, an element far more valuable to industry...