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Last week, however, Dr. Harriet Babcock was perfecting such a gauge at the Manhattan State Hospital. Primarily she intended to grade the progressive mental deterioration of paretics. Converse result was to mark the clearing up of all befuddled minds. Vocabularies provided her with a clue...
Competition has reduced prices. Recently Manhattan's West Side shops cut the price of Grade C gin to 75?. Some of the East Side shops followed. At others the price has remained $1 and $1.25. Grade B gin is 50? more, Grade A 25? above that. The grades vary little in taste. Prices depend to some extent on the location of the shops; chiefly on overhead- rents and "tips." Rents usually vary between $50 and $200 per month; shopowners are unwilling to say how much it costs them to remain unmolested. Profits are not exorbitant. One gallon...
Last week's quotations at a cordial shop near fashionable Sutton Place: Gin- Grade A, $2. Grade B, $1.75. Grade C, $1.25. Rye-William Penn $2.50 (pt.), Silver Dollar $3 (pt.), Overholt $4 (pt.), Butterham & Worth $4.50 (pt.). Scotch -Ambassador $2.50 (pt.), King George $2.50 (pt.), Johnnie Walker $4.75 (qt.), King George $4.75 (qt.). Port-$2.25 per quart. Sherry-$2.25 per quart. Grain Alcohol-$9 per gallon. Imported Cordi-als-$4.50 per bottle. Beer-$9 per case of 24 pints...
...Things she did not know: the life-span of a horse; the largest city in the U. S.; why the heart beats. If she were hunting a ball lost in a circular field and were, offered two ways of finding it, she would utilize the "inferior" one. An 8th grade student in school, she was found by Teacher Friendly's test (the standard Stanford-Binet test, said she) to have an Intelligence Quotient of 63-seven less than necessary to escape commitment. Teacher Friendly called Helen a moron, offered additional reasons why she should be sterilized: "The girl herself...
...tinkling glasses and the dull thud of a bass drum. There was the ecstacy of a first dance, there was the boredom of a thousand. There was the lonely terrace and the crowded ballroom. There were long, embrassing conversations; there were short, embrassing silences. There were scrambled eggs and Grade A milk. There were those who cut in and those who, most unfortunately, did not. There were top hats and Chesterfields. There were purple satins and old golds. There were the first warm greeting and the last cold good night. There were the best of times, and there were...