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...omitted, being unnecessary. The soup course was dispensed with, for lack of ingredients. The salad was absent, black-market prices prohibiting. The main course, occupying a pitifully small central part of the table, consisted of a medium-sized plateful of home-fried potatoes (perhaps five potatoes in all), a two-inch slice of Spam (for four people), obtained God knows where, and, through the generosity of an Allied soldier, a couple of ounces of spread-on meat. Unappetizing black bread, ungarnished even by margarine, completed not only the course, but the dinner. Coffee (2,000 francs a kilo...
...Washington, Fleet Admiral William D. Leahy joined Admiral King in adding another half-inch stripe to the one two-inch and three half-inch stripes on his sleeve, after moving the old ones closer together to avoid crowding at the elbow. (Generals of the Army George C. Marshall and Henry H. Arnold ordered new insignia, but had nothing yet to show their new status...
...two owners, who were also the entire staff of a San Francisco company named Londonderry, paid out a hard-earned $89 last January to place a two-inch advertisement in three publications: the San Francisco Chronicle, the magazine section of the Christian Science Monitor and Simset Magazine. The ad read: "Ice Cream. As low as 8 a pint. Sure to be pure-you make it. Combine cream, milk or evaporated milk, sugar and Londonderry. Whip-then freeze-that's all. No ice crystals ... 15? package makes 2 qts., any flavor...
...were almost as arresting as the mannequins. One Parisienne wore black lace bobby socks with matching lace earrings. Others in towering electric blue or mustard yellow hats racked shiny bicycles in the marble lobby of Maggy Rouff's salon. Past a dead elevator (no electricity) they clattered on two-inch wooden soles up four flights of blue-carpeted stairs, sat down and glorified the gilt chairs in the long showroom. A sprinkling of WACs, a handful of beady-eyed U.S. officers lined the wall. Appraising eyes watched pretty, pert mannequins strut, simper, pirouette...
...John L. Lewis still packs a wallop. His luxurious mane is streaked with grey; he is still saddened by the death two years ago of his wife Myrta; he has given up smoking, and now just chews cigars down to two-inch butts. But his vocabulary is still full of sound & fury, his anger still as righteous as Jere miah's, his hold on the United Mine Workers still complete...