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Though TIME does not vouch for "Golden Dawn" being "WORLD'S FINEST COCKTAIL" the mere fact that the verdict of the international jury to that effect is reported, might cause the thoughtless reader to consider that this cocktail (socalled) is really worthy of such praise (TIME, Sept...
...steady increase in cocktail drinking in Europe, as well as the considerable circulation of your omniscient magazine on this side makes it worth while to throw a light on this "Golden Dawn" matter...
...Golden Dawn" is not piquant, it is sweet: therefore it cloys, not appetizes.* It may be all very well as a punch, or a liqueur, but never as a cocktail. The popularity of the Dry Martini places it without any doubt in the minds of the majority as the "World's Finest." Let the drinker beware of the European barman-he likes to skimp on his liquors and trust to melted ice to fill the glasses: tell him "pas trap glacé" (not too much ice) or, jocularly, "pas trap mouillé" (not too wet). GRAFTON D. DORSEY
...like Bridgeport and New Haven and some of the little ones like Danbury. But by the opening of hunting season the Republican workers were telling each other, with even more confidence than after the Smith scare of 1928, that there was no crevice in the Wooden Nutmeg. The nippy dawn of Nov. 5 beheld a vast amount of head-scratching and shoulder-shrugging among Republican nutmeggers when they heard over their radios the first figure of its kind in years: a 3,000-vote majority for Travels with a Donkey...
After the ceremony Sofia erupted with Bulgar abandon. Public buildings were strung with electric bulbs. Men, women, children clambered like monkeys up the high iron grille of the palace gate, danced in the streets till dawn. Police did not allow the playing of the Fascist hymn "Giovinezza," but revelers sang themselves hoarse with "0 Sole Mio" in Bulgarian. At the palace it was announced, next day, that Their Majesties had slipped out a back door and danced unrecognized in the streets with their subjects...