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...years, doctors have been recommending mineral oil for constipation and in weight-reducing diets. Because of animal and vegetable fat shortages, it has also been widely used in salad dressings. What worries Dr. Fishbein: recent research seems to prove that a steady diet of mineral oil is none too good for the human organism...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: The Case Against Mineral Oil | 11/17/1947 | See Source »

...playing an innocuous courtier named Cromwell, seems to have a prior claim, but after a few innocent bearhugs, he and Binnie go the way of all people Henry knew, and the latter, in the absence of a psychiatrist, marries again. But his spirit is broken; his chicken salad days are gone, and he ends up, of all things, henpecked by his last wife...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Moviegoer | 8/12/1947 | See Source »

...President had put Biffle up to it. A number of Harry Truman's old friends from his Senate days were there. While they ate Arkansas ham, turkey, potato salad and cake adorned with small flags of Missouri and the U.S., the Senators kidded Harry Truman about his not being able to join them when they returned to the chamber for the afternoon's debates. Les Biffle suggested: Why didn't the President walk in and take his old seat? Harry Truman thought it was a fine idea...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Mr. Truman Goes Home | 8/4/1947 | See Source »

...jerseys. They boasted that they had slept eight hours a day most of the time, had never been lost for a minute. Some of them had felt a bit queasy at first, but later had dined heartily on 22 days' supply of steak, roasts, chicken, lamb curry, lobster salad and pie à la mode. They had all gained weight. In spare moments they had played gin rummy and sipped afternoon tea. Nothing to it, really, indicated Actor Morgan...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Logarithm Victory | 7/28/1947 | See Source »

...fellows in crew cuts and seersucker jackets had just thrown their weekend bags into their Ford and were starting the engine. Suddenly Vag remembered it was Friday, and he was taking the two o'clock out to the Cape. He quickened his pace. A fast lunch of chicken salad and iced coffee in Lowell House, and he would be off. Crossing Bow Street he bumped into a pretty girl, rather well-rounded at the edges. He picked up her pocketbook, handed it to her, and hesitating a moment to think of something to say, and then deciding not to, walked...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 7/25/1947 | See Source »

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