The Palm Beach Post from West Palm Beach, Florida on January 1, 1977 · Page 11
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The Palm Beach Post from West Palm Beach, Florida · Page 11

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The Palm Beach Post-Times B SECTION SATURDAY, JANUARY 1, 1977 Is It TW.JW 1R &Li The New Year May Be More Of the Same Ron Wiggins Some 'Best Wishes ' By JOHN PURNELL Post Staff Writer The party is over. With the beginning of 1977, the year-long celebration of the nation's 200th birthday anniversary has been officially completed. Or has it? The bicentennial, which was in the planning stages long before 1976, will live on in the new year and maybe even longer. There are still a number of ongoing projects, and along with personal remembrances both positive and negative the bicentennial will continue to be in the news, if not in the minds, of many Palm Beach Countians. "Oh, we're not finished yet," said E. Marie Rey, a vice president of the Palm Beach County Bicentennial Committee. "We've still got some things" underway. Mrs. Rey was busy last week selecting and buying 37 royal poinciana trees that will become symbolic "liberty trees" throughout the county's municipalities. Poincianas are being used, she said, because elms traditional symbols of liberty don't grow well in subtropical climates like South Florida. And Jupiter-Tequesta residents say they still plan to go ahead and build a bicentennial museum on property donated by the county. For the most part however, both the projects and the enthusiasm for the bicentennial have dissipated. In some cases, they evaporated long before the end of the year. In reflecting on the past year's events, West Palm Beach City Atty. James Watt, who was involved with the city and county celebration effort, gave high marks to the handful of people who donated their time to make some of the projects a success, but said he had experienced some disappointments. Not enough people, he said, "made sacrifices" of their time to the bicentennial and, as a result, much of the direction of the celebration was handled by a group. "I think the community interest in the bicentennial pretty much reflected the general interest in community affairs. It wasn't as good as other areas, but then it wasn't as bad," he said. Watt estimated only 100 persons were directly involved in the West Palm Beach bicentennial planning and execution effort. A member of the county historical society and a native Floridian, Watt said he had hoped many more persons would get involved in the celebration but it was difficult to get people to "take the time out of their lives" and volunteer. In Lake Park, Commissioner Alan Shattuck said "people were more concerned with personal problems" than with the bicentennial and its celebrations. "Apathy . . . indifference," are words he used to describe the activities in Lake Park, where commissioners decided to cut off funding of the town's Bicentennial Committee in early October. "It was frustrating . . . and unfortunate," he said. "I'm not sure where it happened, but somewhere the bicentennial fell through. It just didn't happen as far as I'm concerned." Shattuck, an engineer at Pratt & Whitney Aircraft, said high unemployment, inflation and other concerns diverted attention from the celebration and that in his municipality, a lack of federal and state financial assistance made it hard to celebrate the event in what he considered a meaningful way. Turn to NEW YEAR, B3 Sure, I could extend best wishes to you for 1977 easily. I could do it standing on my head. But what is a "best wish"? Folks are always handing them out, but who tells you what they are? Me for one. For you and yours in the coming year, I most sincerely wish that: You relive the best moments of your childhood through your own children. The next time you have the map spread in your car, you get it refolded first try. Your mind never blanks out during introductions. Your fudge hardens. Someone comes out with a hit song with your name in it. You find an easy way to husk coconuts. (This is a hint. If you know how to husk coconuts, send instructions to me. I dehusked one once with a slothead screwdriver and it took an hour.) You never run short on blue cheese dressing and croutons. Your insurance company notifies you that you fit into a lower premium category. You answer an ad for a home with a 6 per cent mortgage which, of course, is a typographical error. But the broker shrugs, saying, "A promise is a promise and we stand behind our advertising." Your sandwich and milk always come out even. Your topspin backhand becomes an object of dread and terror. You write the great American bumper sticker. You make all the lights when you're running late. You have such an exciting vacation that people ask to see the slides. Your toaster's light-dark adjustment functions perfectly. Your car passes inspection first try. You never lose the corkscrew and have to gouge the cork out. Your Oreos always break clean. Your children have even teeth and a perfect bite. You take visiting friends to the dog track and win enough for dinner and ice cream at Paris Sorbet. Your quiche lorraine excites admiration and envy. Your house plants fare so well that you keep running into Marlin Perkins in the hall. Stiff Phot by Akin Suwa The Bicentennial Party Is Over ... or at Least the Biggest Part of It How To Cure the Hangover . . . Take Your Pick But Just in Case, Be Prepared To Suffer 'People with more foresight than I sometimes drink a glass of milk before starting out for an evening on the town, but I settle for drinking milk when I reach home, if I can wrestle the refrigerator door open.' By WAVERLY ROOT Special to Th Poit Robert Benchley once said, "There is no cure . . . save death." But, of course, there are less drastic defenses. The most effective is not to drink too much in the first place. "Water is the only drink for a wise man," Thoreau wrote, but how many of us are wise, especially on New Year's Eve? So, with a toast to the foolish, I herewith present some thoughts on curing hangovers, none of them guaranteed since scientists say the only true cures are rest and time. There are two main schools of thought about the curing of hangovers. One turns a disillusioned back on alcohol and seeks recuperation in the most healthful foods available, which in this context seems to mean those richest in B vitamins. I suspect also, after running through the list of traditional hangover recipes built up through the centuries by a sure if empirical instinct, that vitamin C is a useful adjunct. The other school recommends the "hair-of-the-dog-that-bit-you." This treatment has been resorted to on occasion with such diligence as to suggest an attempt to swallow, not a mere hair, but the whole animal, as in the case of jazz musician Eddie Condon's recipe for a hangover cure, which began, "Take the juice of two quarts of whisky ..." Bitters are considered sovereign by the hair-of-the-dog school. The simplest formula I know is one teaspoon of Angostura bitters in three-quarters of a glass of plain soda water. The Sazerac of New Orleans contains, besides Angostura bitters, whisky, absinthe and sugar. (The Sazerac is one of the items listed under the discreet heading of "Eye Openers" on a breakfast menu at Brennan's, a New Orleans hostelry that assumes every morn- Las Vegas, which probably leads the nation in hangover production, is credited with having devised a concoction consisting of three-quarters of a glass of tomato juice, 2 tablespoonfuls of cream, 1 raw egg and a scattering of nutmeg, which would then seem ready to drink, but some power has decreed that 3 ounces of beer should be added to it. "The French," wrote Alec Waugh in "Wine and Spirits," "drink cassis mixed with dry white wine; for obscure reasons of their own they call it rince-cochon pig rinse." This is an accurate description of the aperitif known as Kir, but it is not a rince-cochon, whose name might have seemed less mysterious to Waugh if he had known that it was a hangover remedy. It consists of a little lemon syrup in the bottom of a wine glass, enough light, dryish white wine to reach midheight and soda water to the top. There is an intermediate class of hangover remedies which combines alcohol with the innocent essences of the B vitamins, of which the classic is the Bloody Mary vodka and tomato juice which was invented in the 1920s at Harry's New York Bar in Paris. Turn to CURES, B3 ing is a morning after the night before.) The bitters are also present, though somewhat outnumbered, in the Suffern Bawstard, which Shepheard's Hotel in Cairo is said to have developed as a hangover remedy, though it sounds more like knockout drops half an ounce of gin, half an ounce of lime juice and a dash of Angostura bitters; any space left in the glass is filled with ginger ale, and the result is prettied up with a slice of lime and a sprig of mint the latter may be laid on the chest if death ensues. The bitters are omitted in the Morning Fizz one jigger of rye whisky, 2 ounces of (shudder) Pernod, half a lemon and a teaspoonful of sugar. They have, of course, no place in one of the classic cures, Black Velvet (half-and-half stout and champagne), which I would describe as ughish but has many devotees. Milder versions of the hair-of-the-dog category eschew hard liquor in favor of wine or beer. A bartender at the National Press Club in Washington used to advise opening a bottle of beer after reeling in from a New Year's Eve party, then putting it in the refrigerator overnight. On rising you drank the beer, if you felt that flat beer was preferable to a hangover.

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