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“I've never been able to understand how anyone could stand measuring out half a cup of this and four ounces of that. If a woman has the time to do that she's not busy enough—and that may be why she's overweight! It's a lot easier just to buy the foods that are fairly low in calories and to cultivate a taste for them. And have a little of each kind of essential food during the course f a day. The operative word in that bit of advice is 'little.' Raw nibbles, bouillon, and dill pickles always stop the hunger pangs until the next small meal is served.”

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Book:My Way of Life
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My Way of Life

This book offers a first-person account of the author's life experiences, insights, and beliefs, providing readers with a glimpse into their unique perspective on the human condition. more

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Joan Crawford
Joan Crawford

Joan Crawford was an American actress and dancer, celebrated for her iconic roles in classic Hollywood films. Born on March 23, 1904, she began her career as a dancer and actress on stage and in silent films before transitioning to sound films in the 1930s. Crawford was a five-time Academy Award nominee and won the Best Actress Oscar for her performance in 'Mildred Pierce' (1945). She was also known for her strong personality and sometimes difficult working relationships. Crawford passed away on May 10, 1977. more

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