Word: toasted
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...tray of martinis and lyrics. And there goes the other happy poet bedraggledly back to New York which struck him all of a sheepish never-sleeping heap at first but which seems to him now, after the ulcerous rigors of a lecturer's spring, a haven cozy as toast, cool as an icebox, and safe as skyscrapers...
Died. Fritzi Scheff, 72, Vienna-born prima donna and the toast of Broadway at the turn of the century; in Manhattan. Leaving the Metropolitan Opera, Soprano Scheff became a popular star overnight singing Kiss Me Again in Broadway's opening of Victor Herbert's Mile. Modiste (1905), earned up to $4,000 a week in such musical plays as The Two Roses, Fatinitza and Boccaccio...
Stacked carton upon carton in cold U.S. warehouses is enough surplus butter (261 million Ibs.) to spread 16,704,000,000 slices of toast, or to butter 8,352,000,000 hot rums.* With more surplus rolling in at the rate of 7,000,000 Ibs. a week, President Eisenhower last week publicly expressed what his agricultural experts have been saying privately for months: something has to be done about butter...
...Department of Agriculture, specialists have been working overtime on plans for melting the surplus out of the warehouses and onto the toast. Among the possibilities is a "Rexall" or 1? sale, in which surplus butter would be sold to consumers for 1? a Ib. if they bought a pound or two of newly produced butter at the regular price. Another possibility is a Brannan-like direct-subsidy plan, under which butter would find its price level in the market, and the Government would pay dairymen the difference between that price and a predetermined parity level. Still another...
...stubbled chin and unshorn hair, Max managed to preserve a certain courtly Southern dignity, and when the news of his death got around the Village this week, there was genuine sadness. At the San Remo Cafe, Caricaturist Jake Spencer smashed Bodenheim's personal gin glass and proposed a toast. "Max was a splendid type," he said. "He used to write poetry in a booth here and then try to peddle the verse at the bar for a drink...