Coral Gables Historical Archive
The Coral Gables Times
Thursday, October 5, 1961, page 48 (of 52)
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It's the bee's knees!
Back in the 20's, that remark was a laudatory expression that might be paraphrased in the vernacular of the 60's as — the most! These two modes of expression have nothing in common. But—20's or 60's—there's one cocktail that's common to the cognoscenti and connoisseurs of both eras. Today—as in bygone days—everybody's buzzing about that bonanza of the bar: The Stinger. The Stinger 1 1/2 oz. brandy, 1 1/2 oz. Cointreau White Creme de Menthe. Shake vigorously with cracked ice and strain into cocktail glass. The Stinger is only one of many popular, palate-pleasing, present-day cocktails made with Cordials by Cointreau—drinks such as the Side Car or the White Lady. For other fascinating food and drink recipes for entertaining the modern way, write for your free copy of "Gourmet's Guide" to Dept. 4. Cointreau Ltd., Pennington, N. J. COINTREAU Cordials by Cointreau, 50 to 80 proof.
Now they ride in style WE BOUGHT OUR OWN BUS TO COMMUTE
Now they ride in style Photographs by Julie Candler The author, at the wheel of the bus owned by 28 friends. WE BOUGHT OUR OWN BUS TO COMMUTE BY LOU ZIMELOW En route—commuters play bridge, also sing, chat, and read. WE CALL OURSELVES Readi-Riders, Inc. (Our motto is "Either you're ready—or you get left.") I'm the chief driver of the do-it-yourself commuter bus that now slips twenty-eight of us through the Detroit traffic blockade twice a day. We started, of course, as a routine car pool of five businessmen, living outside the city in Birmingham and Royal Oak, and one night at an investment club we all belong to we got to talking about the home-to-job transportation problems. "It seems as if every time it's my turn to drive," said the president of the club, "that's just the day my wife needs the car." "The same thing happens at our house," one of the group, Jack Keenan agreed. "Man, there's hardly a day that my wife doesn't need the car. If she doesn't have to take one of the kids to the doctor, she has to pick up something at the store." Ted Sura, who is a lawyer (with a lawyer's imagination) said, "I know how we could leave all the cars home—all we have to do is buy a bus!" That got a laugh—but then I began to wonder. "It might not be as crazy as it sounds," I said. "What if we all chipped in and got a nine-passenger station wagon? Then we could take more fellows into the car pool to help pay for the wagon." "Yes," said our friend, Pat Walsh, "and besides that, we'd be taking extra cars off the crowded streets that way. And all nine of the wives would have a car at home for errands, and if it's a spare, all the better." Before the evening was over we had got to the point where Ted was volunteering to bird-dog the legal angles. He learned that we could own and operate our own vehicle by organizing a nonprofit corporation. And we wouldn't need the expensive commercial licenses because this would be a private bus. This gave us the green light to get one of those foreign station-wagon type busses, pick a name, and apply for incorporation. THAT WAS IN 1956. Two years later, we traded the foreign job for a used 25-passenger commercial coach of American vintage, almost tripling our capacity. It was at this time that we started accepting members of the fair sex. Then last May we acquired our pride and joy—a shiny new aqua-and-ivory dream seating 27 passengers. We call her "The Rocket" because she has so much more get-up-and-go than our other vehicles had. From The Rocket's windows our shuttling gang can look smugly at the cars alongside, behind, and ahead of us. And they can rejoice because they're not out there squeezing cars through that paved bottleneck of squealing rubber and jumpy nerves. Inside our bus, they're playing bridge or pinochle, reading their newspapers, or just talking. Sometimes they get going with a songfest or a round of jokes. Whatever it is, it's fun. We have a constant turnover in membership with people changing jobs, getting married, or moving. But still Readi-Riders is a convivial bunch. In fact, some of the Readi-Riders think the chief advantage of our system is riding back and forth to work with congenial people. On top of that, Readi-Riders is a good deal financially. We meet monthly installments of $200 on our bus, pay for licenses, gas, parking, insurance, and upkeep. As treas-