Word: calling
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...Furthermore, I think Mr. Nixon has done that by repeatedly referring to the matter, ostensibly to deprecate it." It obviously was getting hard to tell just who was doing most to fan the religious issue-those who make a point of it, those who deprecate it, or those who call attention to those who deprecate it. Jack Kennedy, asked whether he agreed that Nixon was trying to exploit prejudice, answered that he was "sure the Vice President does not want this campaign to hinge on a religious debate...
From his home in Bronxville, N.Y., Jerome Kern would call up Hammerstein in Great Neck, L.I.; then he would set the phone on his piano and bang away at the keyboard while the greatest American operetta grew along the wires, as Oscar picked out the pure Kern from the blip-blap-bleep of the Bell System, and made preliminary notes for such Showboat masterpieces...
...food-and a chance to let the kids out of the car-when he spots a roof of bright orange tile along the highway. This "landmark for hungry Americans" is the trademark of Howard Dearing Johnson, a onetime cigar salesman who has become a part of Americana (teenagers call his places "Hojos") by catering to the common denominator of U.S. taste and haste. Johnson, 63, not only controls the world's largest restaurant chain (607), but has set up motor lodges in 24 states, now sells frozen and canned foods (clams, chicken croquettes) in supermarkets from Maine to Florida...
UNHERALDED and often unrecognized, Johnson swoops down on his installations, taste-tests meals, listens to customers' chatter. If he finds a dirty rest room, an undersized portion or a lippy waitress, he may call up an executive in the middle of the night to dress him down. Johnson also occasionally samples Manhattan nightclubs with his fourth wife, but has sold his 60-ft. yacht, no longer collects paintings. "My hobby," he says, "is to talk and eat food." His favorite food is ice cream, which he stoutly (205 Ibs.) maintains "is not fattening." He eats at least a cone...
...good reason to love ice cream. As a youth, he sold cigars for his father around Boston, gave it up to buy a drugstore in home town Wollaston, Mass., soon was $40,000 in debt. "What I really wanted," says Johnson, "was to have a product I could call by my own name." He settled on ice cream, made it attractive by doubling the butterfat content, using natural flavors, serving heaping cones. In 1929 he opened his first restaurant in Quincy, Mass., lost money -but continued to add new ice-cream flavors and open ice-cream stands...