Word: bacons
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...almost dawn when we came to blow the fighter strip. There was grey over the hills and we were eating the last bacon & eggs at the table. Demolition bombs hammered the air above, beyond, all about us with their concussion. Sometimes the blast would be infinitesimal, other times it would catch and rock...
...other carrying soap, sponge and nailbrush; the baby was washed simply by revolving the stands in opposite directions. Another convenience was a bedroom directly over a dining room so rigged that the owner could descend through the floor into a dining chair while, simultaneously, the cover over the bacon & eggs ascended to the ceiling...
...heard about a young Polish girl who had refused to undress for a shower. The degenerate, sadistic Mussfelt who ran the crematorium ordered her shoved into the furnace alive. Her hair burned quick and bright. Then she crisped up like bacon on an over-hot skillet...
...bred, he is tall, lean, dark, fastidious, athletic and adventurous, conceals a lively curiosity beneath an air of skeptical and somewhat bored amusement, and is gifted with a sardonic manner which is most effective when directed at waiters who neglect to have his food prepared without butter or his bacon fried to a sufficient crispness. He is also an accomplished journalist, and has been called the rich man's Ernie Pyle. Long a TIME writer, principally of Sport and Cinema, he is now a LIFE editor and war correspondent. Last week he published his second book exactly 22 days...
...coffee shop he may, if he is lucky, get the 55? a la carte breakfast in less than an hour's time. But the eggs are cold and vulcanized, the bacon soggy, the toast black, the coffee thin and acid-and the waitress doesn't care. And at night the intrepid traveler is not surprised to return and find the room still unmade, the bureau still undusted and the damp towel still on the untidied washstand. If the night is chill he may as well go sit in the lobby: no one knows where the blankets...