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...marchers and the cavalry moved slowly on like figures from a military past, re-entering the past. Armored cars and soldiers on motorcycles began to stream by. Then three tanks, more armored cars, 42 light tanks, 18 medium tanks, another big batch of armored cars, trucks carrying pontoon bridges, kitchen trucks, trucks drawing six-inch guns, eight truckloads of anti-aircraft guns-the machines of war. They went by fast-15, 30, 40 miles an hour. The pavement shook. The afternoon air thickened and blued with gasoline fumes...
Clubmembers celebrated the Club's founding by sending their personal cards to the chef inscribed with "special directions and praises" and visting the kitchen to compliment him after they had finished. "Your products are chef d'oeuvres rivalling those of Madame Poulard of Mont Saint Michel which I love so well," Gidding proclaimed in a eulogy to the blushing cook...
...fabulous bushy red eyebrows. From his office window he keeps a sharp eye on the campus, often roars commands across the green at boisterous lower-formers. The story goes that only once did the Doc's roars fail to achieve their intended effect. A kitchen worker ran amok through the Middle House one morning, brandishing a cleaver. When the man paid no heed to the Doc's bellowing, Dr. Hume took off his coat, knocked the fellow down, sat on his chest and calmly told his pupils to call the police...
...published three books: What'll You Have, Boys?; The Back Room; Set 'Em Up! He does an $85,000-a-year business, "is wined and dined in homes that some social climbers would give no less than their right arm to even get in the kitchen of." Yet he still tends bar, never takes a drink. "You represent a whole period of American history," a college professor recently told him. "Jeez," mused Madden, "maybe they'll stuff me and put me in a museum...
Today the Old Farmer's yellow paper cover, drilled for a kitchen nail, is the same as in 1792. Although it now lacks the crotchety personal stamp of Founder Thomas, no longer carries temperance articles (with pictures of a sinister nurse mixing gin with the milk to pacify the baby), the Old Farmer has better than 100,000 subscribers (mostly New Englanders), from Bangor, Me. to Hong Kong. These ardent readers feared that the Old Farmer's 1940 issue would be its last. After the death of its fourth copyright owner, Bostonian Carroll J. Swan, in 1935, Little...