The Palm Beach Post from West Palm Beach, Florida on November 17, 1968 · Page 28
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The Palm Beach Post from West Palm Beach, Florida · Page 28

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C 4 Palm Beat h Post-Times. Sunday. Nov. 17. 1968 i- . j' : n Gardeners Dig In For Sale 7 v:, ' - . i ii ' XL. "a; O . It r" ' . if v": j J i ! j POTPOURRI - Mrs. John Greeley is this year's chairman of the West Palm Beach Garden Club Bazaar. She is surrounded by a sample of the items to be on sale this week. I I .jV I .vTkJHI f si II I m i ft LITTLE GEMS Handmade items include framed bouquets such as the one Mrs. James Kirwin (left) is holding and dainty earrings like the ones Mrs. Karl Katt is admiring. our best to see they get it." One of the special somethings this year is a whimsical jeweled carousel. And there's this doll with the sensational wardrobe handmade with infinite care. At the bazaar you'll find out what happens when glue and bread dough are combined. Skilled fingers turn this mess into dainty flowers and fruit which subsequently become three-dimensional pictures or possibly a set of earrings. You'll have to ask which are the bread dough pictures because it's impossible to tell. There will be jars full of relish and jelly in crystal-clear shades alongside towering cakes and other fattening baked goods. So it isn't Thanksgiving yet the wise homemaker nevertheless will head first for the Christmas decorations. Here you'll find brandy snifters turned into Santa Claus In one part of town they're brewing up a frankly unappetizing concoction of bread dough and glue. To the north another group is busily baking marbles and in the southend turkeys are being transformed into chicken fricassee. Some women have their aprons on stirring up pots of relish and others are out digging in the garden. What sounds like a rehearsal for Laugh-In is just part of the calm orderly confusion necessary for the annual bazaar sponsored by the West Palm Beach Garden Club. There are more than 300 women involved in this bazaar and you just can't get that many gardeners at work on one project without something special happening. And every year it happens. "People expect something special from us," the chairman, Mrs. John B. Greeley Jr., says. "We do es that look like foxy grampas. They'll be sitting close by handsome Delia Rohbia wreathes. Ornaments for the Christmas tree are works of art, ornately be-jeweled. Large fat foam balls are decorated with braid, velvet ribbon and holly. Others are trimmed with pearls, sequins and gold braid. These do-it-yourself types don't limit themselves to artistic efforts. In kitchens all around town the turkey-style chicken fricassee group has been slaving over hot stoves. Their gourmet efforts will be served with southern style hot biscuits in a tent adjacent to the Garden Center. The fricassee is the specialty of the house this year but there'll be sandwiches, too, and nibble-type food. Thursday, Friday and Saturday-are the dates. The Garden Center's the place. Come early and spend the day. mKtf 'fr lf L. THE BAKERS - It takes a good many cooks to prepare enough food 1, V for everyone coming to the bazaar fs Thursday, Friday and Saturday. J Mrs. E. E. Hussey (left) is chair- 111 lxl . ' lYiiin nf Ihp liitiflipnnpllA frv itnv ...... . ...v. .w........v ..V . ...j ,r i Mars simnson is one of her valu- i V. t.l able assistants. i . . j X 7 ; ; F - T- y Staff photos ' by John Crystal -'"M k i I . f-, . ' : "1 r-, BISCUIT-MAKERS There'll be no soggy biscuits at this bazaar. Mrs. Robert Siemon (left) and Mrs. M. S. Horner promise they'll be light as a feather. Besides biscuits and fricassee the menu will include sandwiches. They'll start serving at 11 a.m. k Hi i 1 f's Commercial Violence That Does You In! -a By PHILIP H.LOVE WASIJINCTON I NANA! You hoar a lol these clays about violence in television shows. But little is said about the violence done to good taste by so many o the commercials. I, for one, find Marshal Dillon's shoot-outs with outlaws less jarrinti to my sensibilities than the mouthwash hucksters' shout-outs against bad breath. And if I had to choose between seeing dear old Doc Adams dig a bullet out of a shoulder and watching that dreadful acid drip-drip-dripping in a stomach, I'd gladly skip the drips. If the commercials are telling it like it is, at the saying goes, we Americans must smell worse, have more dandruff, and suffer more from allergies, colds, headaches, sinus trouble, acid indigestion, upset stomach, tension, and insomnia than any other people on earth. This I doubt very much. Bu' If we really are as dan-druffy, smelly, sickly, uptight, and sleepless as the commercials so incessantly declare, I say they've helped to make us that way. The power of suggestion, you know. One fellow I know never suspected that his dentures were wobbly until those commercials purporting to show the relative gripping power of powder and paste finally got to him. Now he can't even eat applesauce in public without feeling self-conscious. And surely you've noticed how many people now hold a hand in front of their mouth "Forsooth," your wife exclaims, producing a bottle. "Take one of these. I always keep them handy (or tension headaches." It's quite unsoothing, however, to go off to work wondering why your wife finds It necessary to keep such tablets handy. Is It because you get on her nerves? Do you have bad breath? Do you need the mouthwash made especially for lovers? Does your mouth lack sex appeal? Are your dentures dull or loose or worse still both dull and loose? Has your deodorant kept you only half safe? Is dandruff snowing under the romance In your marriage? Such worries are too much for any man. No wonder you smoke one impossible cigarette after another. No wonder while talking? They've been brainwashed, poor devils, by those Mouthwash commercials. It's Impossible to go through an evtnlng on TV watchingwithout being bombarded by commercials calcu lated to make you feel inferior or Insecure, or both. No wonder you can't sleep for worrying, no wonder you wake up with a super-duper headache that only a super-duper pain killer can relieve. Hold it right there! For this particular super-duper headache, your wife advises, you don't need a super-duper pain killer. This Is a tension headache the kind that calls for something with a secret Ingredient to calm your nerves while another secret ingredient soothes the pain. are asked to report anyone whose breath offends us as If anyone's breath could be as offensive as the commercial! OTHERS EQUALLY BAD If I've dwelt overlong on mouthwashes, It's because bad-breath commercials dwell overlong on television. You can't get through an evening without being assaulted by three or four of them. But other commercials are every bit as objectionable. There's one that sounds like a strip-tease, with a gorgeous blonde cooing, "take It off, take It all off!" to the accompaniment of bump-and grind melody. What she wants taken off, it turns oat, is whiskers with her brand of shave cream, of course . you go home at the end of the day with not only a super-su-perduper headache, but an upset, acldy stomach, nervous dentures, and an acute attack of burpltis. Lest you think I exaggerate, I offer some figures; in the first quarter of the ten products on which the most money was spent for TV advertising included three pain killers (for a total of $9,938, stomach-soothing antacid ($3,993,400), three brands of cigarettes (totaling $8,977,-300), and a mouthwash ($2,401,000). Right now, there seems to be a battle among the mouthwashes for the badbreath trade. One brand Is even pushing a "bad breath anonymous" gimmick In which we There are other commcr-; cials equally suggestive for" aftershave lotion, cologne,' hair dressing, even toothpaste and mouthwash. But none of these products will make you as irrcstlble to the girls as the commercials promise, fellows. One chap I know tried them all, and the only woman that ever whistled at him was a ' school-crossing guard. He was -Jaywalking. ' I'm all for eliminating some of the violence In TV shows, , but let's take a good, hard look at the commercials too. I can , remember when mouthwash , ads called bad breath "hallto-' sis" and warned, "Your best friend won't tell you!" Now, in the commercials at least, everybody is telling ev-.. erybody. t

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