Word: beefing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...destroyers rammed the Exodus on both sides; boarding parties armed with truncheons, small arms and tear-gas bombs jumped aboard, rushed the bridge. The refugees fought back by throwing tins of corned beef and potatoes. By sheer weight of numbers, they pushed British sailors into cabins, down corridors, in a struggle that most of the refugees knew was hopeless...
...Britain's majesty will topple. As it searched in vain for MacDonald's murderer, Scotland Yard suspected the worst. Another raven was hastily imported to maintain the garrison, and an extra guard of six troops thrown about the remaining ravens. Solemnly and in full state the Tower Beef-Eaters buried MacDonald near the moat...
...noodles over bamboo fences at unsuspecting neighbors while the neighbors look for Flying Saucers. However, with food as costly as it is, other observers doubt that anything except a Thudwunk would throw noodles. One possibly significant variation on this story came from Nanking, where a Thudwunk was observed throwing beef Stroganoff followed by kasha à la Gourieff. This has led inflammatory elements of the Chinese press to suggest that Thudwunks are the creation of a certain foreign power. The Chinese Air Force is alerted...
...over meat. The Department of Agriculture feared that corn would be at least 200,000,000 bu. too short-and too expensive-to maintain meat production at present levels. On the other hand, the American Meat Institute saw "no drastic effect on meat supplies or prices." Nevertheless, top grade beef in Chicago rose to $30.50 a cwt., highest since last January. Not till all the crops were in would the consumer know how things would be with his pocket book...
...guests ate their way through shrimp cocktail, roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, mixed vegetables, coffee, before the confusion* began to clear a little. A Congressman noticed a tiny typewritten card almost hidden by the roses. He nudged the guest on his left. The nudging passed around the table like a ripple. The luncheon was in honor of the stranger, Sir Frederick Bain, no G-man, but president of the Federation of British Industries, which represents about 80% of British manufacturing...