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...sandwich dressing ("Kay"), a malted milk and a "candy malted milk tablet," put up in rolls and styled "K.M.'s," "which in my opinion is going to be one of the best candy sellers in the country." Of cheeses he said: "The new Ancre cheese, a combination of cream cheese and Roquefort, also is a long-keeping article, whereas heretofore it was put up in tin foil packages and perishable. The five-ounce grated cheese is comparatively new and has made a place for itself, with sales constantly increasing...
...greet Kemal all Constantinople was en fete. Fifty thousand electric bulbs were festooned along the streets and from the minarets of Stamboul.* Even at Pera† the Diplomatic Corps and foreigners generally decked their establishments, in honor of Kemal. He came, at last, steaming up the Bosporus on a cream white yacht, once the Sultan's. Twelve large and forty small steamers followed. Turkish gunboats blazed salutes. The whole city rang with Kemal's nickname of honor: "Ghazi," "The Victorious...
...Hatch ran every step of the way, making only three stops for a total loss of 16 minutes, and finished strong, although he lost ten pounds. He averaged a mile every eight and one-half minutes. After he finished the run he took a large dish of ice-cream and a glass of lemonade and went to bed for a 24-hour sleep. The New York Times said that "Hatch's performance probably was the most remarkable in history...
...cream in TIME sometimes surfeits by its very fatness, richness. Too much custard! It must sicken the average mind. Reading TIME is like seeing Hamlet or Macbeth with all the relief scenes left out. Nothing in TIME stands out in relief, because it all stands out, it is all raised to a high pitch, elevation-as if the whole round earth were a continuous, altitudinous tableland. TIME is so intense; no shading, no contrast-all scarlet red unrelieved by any restful, soft yellow or buff tints. It is like a rich full dinner with no salad or soup. To read...
...week in London that the Soviet Trade Union of Artists in Moscow, had just voted to deprive him of his cherished, official Russian title, "The People's Artist." Newsgatherers sought put gigantic Singer Chaliapin in his dressing room, found him sitting hunched and disconsolate in a purple and cream silk dressing gown and red leather slippers. As everyone knows, M. Chaliapin's English is quaint. Correspondents reproduced it as follows: "I was born and always will be, a 'people's' artist. I sing for everyone. Politics, I understand nothing, absolutely. I never was what...