Word: vodka
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Vodka & Coffee. Last week seven such surprise eggs went on display in a Manhattan gallery. They highlighted a glittering show, drawn from museums and private collectors in the U.S., which had been arranged to coincide with publication of a handsome, expensive and definitive study of Fabergé and all his works: Peter Carl Fabergé (Batsford; $35). The exhibition included everything from coffee pots to vodka cups, from imperial seals to paper knives, and from jeweled flowers in crystal vases to a green jade Buddha that nodded its head and wagged its ruby tongue...
...wonderful party. With an assist from some of the 14,000 bottles of wine and vodka Stalin had sent down to Yalta, F.D.R., Churchill and Uncle Joe were letting their hair down. They were further cheered because they had closed some pretty big deals. The next day, Feb. 11, 1945, the Crimean Conference would be over. Reminiscing, F.D.R. told the others how his recovery program had prevented disorder, maybe even revolution in the U.S. Churchill observed that Russia's one-party system made politics easy for Stalin, and Uncle Joe allowed that one party was a great convenience. Perhaps...
...took a lot of "fooling around" to get that visa, but Ed got it. "I told them," Ed said, "that I wanted to go there and buy a lot of Russian vodka, $2,000,000 worth, and sell it to the people in the U.S. I told them it wouldn't hurt Russia a bit." Two months ago Ed left for Europe with a bunch of Indianapolis businessmen on a tour sponsored by the Indianapolis Chamber of Commerce, and when he got to Helsinki, he decided to use his visa...
...wouldn't get an exit visa until Christmas, if then. But Ed Bowling knows his way around, wherever he is. He got his visa O.K. in eight days and flew back to Helsinki. Last week Ed landed on Hoosier soil again with 13 samples of vodka, and gave his wife Myrtle a big hug. "They say that Moscow is the heaven of the Soviet," said Ed. "Well, if that's heaven, all I can say is it's a hell of a heaven...
...flowing robes, he wears a Western business suit. Near the waterfront, hollow-eyed children stare from the windows of tottering wooden tenements. In the dimly lighted bar of the sleek Park Hotel, Turkish intelligence agents mingle with American engineers and Balkan refugees, drinking the latest Yankee concoction of vodka and orange juice, called a "screwdriver...