Word: topping
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...with his deep-throated horn. He married British-born Ann Vickers, daughter of a well-to-do businessman, who had marched to the army from the Episcopal Church. In 1914 he sailed aboard the Empress of Ireland for a London convention with 300 of Canada's top Salvationists. In a thick St. Lawrence River fog, a freighter cut the Empress in two; she capsized and 200 of the Salvationists were among the 1,024 passengers and crewmen who drowned. But Ernest, a powerful swimmer, survived...
...Manhattan's Hotel Commodore last week, the top brass of two big league ball clubs eyed each other for size and vulnerability. Both were suffering similar symptoms: the New York Giants had some stars who did not speak Manager Leo Durocher's roughneck language and the Boston Braves had a long list of players who were incompatible with easygoing Manager Billy Southworth. A swap might keep both from repeating their indifferent 1949 showings...
Under the smooth promotional hand of Pillsbury Mills, Inc., 100 top amateur U.S. cooks competed last week in Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in a $70,-ooo prize baking contest. With 100 electric ranges set up on the ballroom floor, the cooks-97 women and three men-donned aprons and went to work. All day, under the watchful gaze of judges, the hopefuls produced such culinary delights as golden glow cake, black & white pie and glorified cherry upside-down cake...
...water-rising nut twist." The winner: Mrs. Ralph E. Smafield, 32, wife of a Detroit electrical engineer. The recipe, as expected, was a family treasure, which Mrs. Smafield got from her mother who "got it 25 years ago from a friend in Wisconsin." Pillsbury labeled it top secret, saved it for publication later...
...infested little island in the Solomons, fit neither for marine nor Gook. Some men went "Asiatic" (regular Marine lingo for rock-happy). A sentry walked his muddy post for four hours, stopped at the last tent as his relief reported, put his rifle to his mouth and blew the top of his head off. This seemed so reasonably symptomatic of the division's island sickness that a marine in a nearby tent only growled: "Now I gotta find the padre. It's getting so they won't even let a guy outa here that way without...