Word: whiskeys
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...supply of good whiskey, essential for medicinal purposes, is running inconveniently low. In November, 1921, there were 50,000,000 gallons in storage. But the yearly drinking, under doctors' prescriptions, and the disappearance of 18,000,000 or 19,000,000 gallons by technical shrinkage of evaporation and absorption have left a scant 15,000,000 gallons. This constitutes an "emergency," General Lincoln C. Andrews, Prohibition Director, said last week...
...fashioned whiskey glass contained 2 oz., 8 to the pint. Good foreign brandy contains 50% absolute alcohol, good wine 10%, good beer 5%. To become dead drunk, according to these scientific calculations, would require 1% quarts of brandy, 7% quarts of wine, 1¼ cases of beer...
...with cheers. She had swum from Albany to the Battery (160 miles) in 57 hr. 11 min., swimming time, beating by 6 hr. 24 min. the record made in 1921 by Mrs. Corson.* She lost 4 pounds, used 72 pounds of fat, ate lumps of sugar soaked in whiskey. Having handed Mayor Walker a letter from Governor Smith, she offered to swim back if the Mayor wanted to send a letter to the Governor. Her offer was refused. She comforted her crying children, announced that next year she would swim across the channel "and back," took a bath, ate food...
...little girl. She had jewels and many gowns and a Steinway piano. She rode keen horses. The town band played at her parties and serenaded John Driscoll on his birthday; he had bought the bandsmen their silver instruments and when they played for him he treated with his best whiskey. He had wrung a great fortune out of contract labor in Missouri swamps...
...first story, however, an Englishman fights malaria, long before and long afterward, with whiskey. One day his wife finds him lying drunk in bed, "with nothing on but a sarong." She cuts his throat with a Malay sword. In another yarn, an Irishman named Gallagher gets sick with violent, devastating hiccups in mid-Indian ocean, dies-supposedly because his fat Malay mistress had uttered a curse upon him. This incident so profoundly moves one Mrs. Hamlyn (contemplating divorce) that she sits down, writes her husband: "Think kindly of me and be happy, happy, happy." The best part of this story...