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...advertising manager, and Thomas L. Hand, formerly product designer for The Schaible Co. (small plumbing fixtures) of Cincinnati, have been much annoyed by these streamlined taradiddles. Seized one day with a desire to debunk the false prophets, Mullikin & Hand planned a reductio ad absurdum, their own radar-electronic "kitchen of tomorrow," and showed a sketch of it to their boss. Schaible was so tickled that it rounded out the idea in a burlesque pamphlet, sent it out as direct-mail advertising. By last week, requests for the pamphlet were running ahead of the printers...
...basic items of Schaible's wonderful kitchen ("Costs no more than a good six-room house") are a 105-mm. twin-spout faucet, jutting formidably from a revolving turret in the center of the kitchen; and a glistening floor which is at once a swimming pool, ice rink, washing machine, merry-go-round and giant strainer. (Schaible's chief products: faucets and strainers.) Other wonders...
Bums in Manhattan's dreary, beery Hell's Kitchen seldom visited the Community Mission. The Mission - two big, bare-walled rooms on the street floors of two houses on West 40th Street - offered the thinnest of soup and sermons. But scores of Hell's Kitchen kids found it a charming place. Every afternoon they were invited inside to play. There were always comic books in the hymnal box; nobody objected if small fry yelled in the gospel hall or rolled empty garbage cans along the front sidewalk...
Despite the shattering completeness of the charges, the Mission's "clergy" indignantly pleaded not guilty. Nor was the arrest popular in Hell's Kitchen. Last week the children along West 40th Street poked glumly among the refuse in a vacant lot across from the Mission and talked about the wonders of Father Norman's Christmas party. Most of the adults, too, felt dimly aggrieved. Said Thomas Phillips, a merchant seaman: "If this guy Norman stole, he stole from the rich to give to the poor-sort of a Robin Hood, you might say. He loaned...
...author is a certain shady newsboy named White," snarled Pravda when a condensation of this book appeared in the December 1944 Reader's Digest. "The book itself ... is the usual stew from the Fascist kitchen, with all its smells, calumnies, ignorance, and hidden anger." U.S. Reds were equally outraged by what balding, square-jawed Bill White, son of the late, great William Allen White, had to report of his six-week trip through Russia with Eric Johnston. And even non-Communist friends of the Soviet sharply criticized him for attempting to measure by U.S. standards a very different...