Word: beef
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Mackenzie King listened dutifully. By 1 p.m. he was lunching alone on shipboard on soup, roast beef, potatoes, cauliflower, ice cream, coffee. By mid-afternoon he was drinking tea, eating toast and jam on a special train bound for London. At 5:30 he was in London's Waterloo Station. Half an hour later he was on his way, by car, to the Chequers home of Britain's Prime Minister Clement Attlee. By Monday mid-morning bustling Mr. King was in his suite at London's Dorchester Hotel, laying out a schedule for the coming week...
...their letters home, the Americans would remark that in Seoul the palaces face south, the city wall is all but gone, a tycoon is a yang ban, the favorite dish is shinsunro (beef, eggs, fish, chestnuts, etc.), the housewives wash their white clothes endlessly, and countrymen still wear miniature, translucent top hats, the traditional insigne of the married man. Very friendly people, too-everybody beaming and waving, and the children tagging along behind jeeps shrieking "Hello! hello...
Here Comes the Beef. The fall run of cattle to market bumped smack into a manpower shortage at the Midwest packing houses. By working 60 hours a week, the federally inspected packers managed to carve up the 350,000 head of cattle that arrived last week (highest number since February 1942). But unless the packers can round up thousands of their old employes who threw down their knives and cleavers for higher pay in other industries when war began, they will be in trouble when the cattle run reaches its peak, some time in October...
...chopped beef, there was enough; of vegetables, a slight deficiency. Soon the pungent odors brought grins of delight to 60 swarthy faces...
...officers at Atsugi were shepherded to a comfortable mess hall and given turtle soup, roast beef and egg sandwiches.* They had expected to sleep on the ground but were shown to comfortable beds with snowy linen sheets. Japanese guided the Americans to MacArthur's headquarters in the New Grand Hotel on Yokohama's picturesque waterfront-the one part of the city the bombs had not touched. Just off the lobby, with its pink plush and ornate carving, a bucktoothed, bespectacled Japanese girl helped a U.S. sergeant allot rooms to U.S. brass. The manager was in a managerial frenzy...