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Hazel-eyed, dark-haired, 6 ft. 3 in., and 40, Winner Hill is a broker (Manhattan's Calvin Bullock), married to onetime Elinor Dorrance (Campbell Soup). Winner of the hard-fought prettiest-girl title was blonde Adelaide Whitehouse, debutante daughter of Mr. & Mrs. William Fitz Hugh Whitehouse of Manhattan...
...from there breathed out. In proof, they offered the results of an experiment on a patient whose mouth was blocked off from his stomach by a cancer of the esophagus, who could receive nourishment only through a tube in the abdominal wall. Through this tube the experimenters introduced garlic soup. Three hours later the patient's breath began to smell, continued to do so for twelve hours. In this case the pungent food was never in the mouth...
Philadelphia is still clucking over the days when Mr. Kent, Clarence Henry Geist (United Gas Improvement) and the late John T. Dorrance (Campbell Soup) had a baseball team of marriageable daughters between them. In the competitive spending which the launching of these nine young women entailed, the Dorrance triumph was a "Jungle Ball" in Philadelphia's Bellevue-Stratford hotel, where the ballroom was realistically decorated with coconut palms, tanks of tropical fish, a menagerie of monkeys, apes, bears, snakes and hundreds of birds singing in cages hung from the ceiling. Utilitarian Geist's big play was a party...
...Some of you Congressmen who are opposing this bill were born with a gold spoon in your mouth, and you are still feeding out of it. . . . Some of you others, before you came here to Congress, were as poor as church mice, and perhaps would have been in the soup line by this time except you grabbed hold of the public teat and have been milking $10,000 a year out of the taxpayers. You would really be worth more to the nation if you were cleaning up the waste behind a good herd of cows...
...Yeats; their collaboration was "unmixed misfortune for Moore, it set him upon a pursuit of style that made barren his later years." And Moore misunderstood his talent in other ways. He prided himself on his discerning palate. A tricky friend, dining with him in a restaurant, found the soup particularly good but slyly said to Moore: "Do you mean to say you are going to drink that?" Moore tasted it, called the waiter in high dudgeon, made a scene. Once he got in a row with some spinster neighbors who tore up a copy of one of his books, sent...