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...kind of rustic, 20-year-old Candide of pre-Civil War Indiana, 37-year-old Clift goes lurching through a swamp in search of a magical "rain tree," supposedly planted years before by Johnny Appleseed. Whether the tree bears knowledge, truth or just the makings of hard cider, Clift finds nothing, comes out covered with swamp goo, and perplexes his girl friend (Eva Marie Saint) with his mumblings...
...might not disappear beneath a new deluge of alcoholic spirits. Vermont Hero Ethan Allen and his hardy band had stormed Fort Ticonderoga smelling of rum; then more and more Green Mountain men were descending "The Fatal Ladder," (see cut) whose first step down was a social swig of hard cider. "Everybody asked everybody to drink," remarked an 1830 observer. "There were drunken lawyers, drunken doctors, drunken members of Congress, drunken ministers." Today, recovered from rum and soberly situated in the middle 20th century, Vermont has begun to worry about a new flood of failings in the grim green mountains. Last...
Nevertheless, undergraduates have greater reliance upon the hip flask become more cautious of late, placing and the small, pocket sized bottle than upon the old fashioned cider jug filled with milk punch or the like...
...open wards. The "infectious" part of the title applies only to very close contact between the carrier and the uninfected. A report from the U.S. Military Academy suggests that "an intimate mixture of saliva . . . may transmit the disease." Thus, one might trace the disease to beer bottles or cider jugs. The West Point paper, however, gives as evidence the fact that Plebes who had been socially insolated at the Academy from July through December suddenly had a greatly increased incidence of the disease upon returning from their Christmas vacations...
...longer holds any surprises. Eliot's lesser poetic cousins-Auden, Spender, Stevens-sip the highballs that somehow fail to intoxicate, that are diluted by too much intellectual ice. There are such grand old but long-familiar individualists as Martini-clever e. e. cummings (with lemon peel) and hard-cider-happy Robert Frost. The younger men frantically mix their drinks, from opaque Bloody Marys to phony-bucolic applejack. Mostly they are reduced to talking to each other...