Coral Gables Historical Archive
The Coral Gables Times
Thursday, June 7, 1962, page 60 (of 64)
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A Remarkable New Eating Experience
Five authentic foreign foods in cans had convenience minded Americans raving this week. Never, they said, had anything so incredibly good come ready to heat and serve! The three fabled meat dishes and two noble soups labeled Famous Foods of the World were being whisked off grocery shelves across the country and heralded as "a milestone in the developments of canned meats." (St. Louis Post-Dispatch) "Meat pieces are hefty and plentiful with a lavish portion of sauce", drooled the N. Y. Herald Tribune. "Low in cost, the cans of meat and chicken contain about three servings for less than a dollar," enthused The Miami News. Drawing this praise were Italian Chicken Cacciatore — Breasts of chicken in tomato, herb and mushroom sauce. Swedish Kottbullar — Savory little meat balls in dill-spiced sour cream sauce. Beef Stroganoff — beef slices in sour cream laced with sherry in the Imperial Russian tradition. Spanish Garbanzo Bean Soup and traditional French Onion Soup. Were the raves warranted? Best bet: Find out for yourself. Geo. A. Hormel & Co., Austin, Minn.
The Great Outdoorsman
Continued from page 34 course because nobody paid any attention to this maneuver. Before we came to another fence a very pleasant fellow rode up and said wasn't I bored to death and wouldn't I like to go back to his house and have mint julep. I said I was and I would. He suggested we take a few jumps on the way home. I said I was so thirsty I thought we should go straight to his house, and that was the end of horses as far as I was concerned. By this time, it was becoming obvious to me that I was more adapted to what you might call sedentary athletics. The most sedentary one I could think of was surf casting, so I bought an outfit and resolved that here was one spor I was going to master. I found, however, that every time I cast, one of two things happened: (a) the line got all snarled up in the reel, which meant that I had to sit on a log and spend the rest of the morning untangling it, or (b) the hook caught on the bottom, and I either had to swim out and free it (which I never saw anybody do), or I had to cut the line (which I never saw anybody do, either). Then I realized that probably all the surf-casting Johnnies that I used to pass on the beach, standing there hour after hour like window dummies, were not fishing at all. They had caught their hooks on the bottom and were waiting for dark so they could cut their lines and go home to their families. That seemed to me like a silly way to spend one's life. I talked to several friends, and one of them suggested bird watching. That seemed to fill the bill exactly, and I wondered why I had not thought of it before. My friend loaned me a book of bird pictures and field glasses. I THINK I would have liked bird watching if it had not been for the fact that all the birds I saw looked like round gray balls. The fellow that wrote the book must have lived in another part of the country because all the birds he pictured had bright colors. I couldn't find any of the birds that I saw in it except sea gulls. I had just about decided to specialize in those because there are all kinds. Then one day I walked off the end of the dock and lost the glasses. The owner acted so unreasonably about it that I gave up the whole thing. * * * I had spent my life trying not to disgrace the family, but I just didn't seem to have what it takes. By this time, my four brothers were dead. John died of an enlarged heart; Bert, the runner, fell off his exercise machine and broke his neck; Harold and Donald both ruined their insides dieting and just faded away. There was no one left to uphold the Bottomly tradition except me. So I said to hell with the great outdoors. From now on, I said, it's going to be just a place to sit in when the sun is shining. I have a steamer chair with a cushion on it and a table next to it for a Tom Collins and things like that. I have plenty of time to read now and some of the nephews and nieces are apt to drop in, so it is never lonely. They like to hear me talk about the old days and tell them about golf and tennis and fox hunting and shooting and fishing and swimming and all those things. It's good for my morale. It makes me feel young again and proud to have [TEXT LOST] share in upholding the tradition of the Bottomlys. 36 Suburbia Today, June 1962
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