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With this year's corn crop a record-breaking 3.2 billion bushels, WFA and WPB last week made an expected decision: distillers can use corn for bourbon whiskey during the January holiday (TIME, Nov. 20). Bourbon, the most popular U.S. whiskey, has not been made since October 1942, because of the grain shortage. Distillers will work around the clock in January, have set some 20 million gallons of bourbon as their goal. Another 20 million gallons of neutral spirits, for blending with other whiskies, gins, rums, etc., will also be made. Though most of the holiday's bourbon...
Seville prepared for Europe's most glamorous wedding of World War II-Dom Pedro d'Alcantara d'Orléans & Bragança was marrying Princess Esperanza Rocio de Bourbon-Orléans. Already the city was as jampacked with Portuguese and Spanish bluebloods (40 princes and princelings, without counting lesser aristocrats) as the Cathedral of Santa Maria de la Sede at Christmas midnight mass. Most of them were royal refugees. Some, like the Count of Paris, Pretender to the throne of France, had come from Madrid. Others, like the widowed Princess Françoise of Greece...
While pouring out the good news last week, Chairman Krug cagily kept his hand over the label, refused to admit that corn would be released to distillers for bourbon during January. But this year's corn crop is a record 3,258,000,000 bushels, some 61,000,000 bushels more than estimated a month ago, while corn-consuming hogs are down 25% from 1943. If War Food Administration's December announcement releases corn for bourbon, no one will be greatly surprised, few will be unhappy...
...poker almost every night, dressed in pajamas and an old flowered dressing gown, the kind that can be bought on any Main Street. When the waiter brought in a deep-dish pie. Harry Truman exclaimed: "My, the crust is as good as Mummy used to make." He drinks his bourbon with ginger...
When he was seated inside the car the old man slapped his leg. "Yes, sir," he said, "this is fine." He recognized the grizzled porter, Lawrence Ervin, as he stepped up with a bottle of bonded bourbon. Said the old man, "Hello there, boy. How are you coming along? Glad to see you. Put a little branch water in there, son, yes sir. Harry, I never felt better in my life. I'll be 76 next month and I'm gonna live to 93. I get to bed early-and I still drink whiskey. Couldn't live...