Word: beers
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...were reopened soon and people were reassured by the vibrant, intimate, confident voice of the President, coming to them . in the first of the famed radio "Fireside Chats." Congress, caught in the electric mood, convened in special session and passed bills, hardly looking at them, written by college professors. Beer came back. The 18th Amendment was repealed...
...nicht ein schones Schwein?" cried the barmaid in the Nazi beer garden, when a pig fell into the beautiful blue Danube (which was muddy-brown) and floated on a board past the ancient German city of Regensburg. "Ja, das ist ein schönes Schwein!" wailed the hungry, war-worn customers. Even the portly mayor of Regensburg forgot his civic dignity, flopped on his belly, and lost his umbrella trying to hook the pig. "Swim after it, drag it ashore-and report to me!" roared Nazi Gauleiter Stoltz. But the pig was deaf to Hitlerism. It only stepped ashore...
...Gardener & the Gauleiter. For years, old Anton and his beautiful niece. Leni, had raised succulent beer-radishes on the little island, while his two old sisters, Martha and Anna, sailing up & down at opposite ends of a seesaw, had pumped the Danube water over the crop. "Bolshevist swine," said Gauleiter Stoltz, when he saw the Fischers after the affair of the pig. "Lord & Lady of Radish Island, and two old crows." Old Anton rose from his seat in the beer garden, carefully removed the Gauleiter's spectacles, and smacked both sides of the Nazi's fat face until...
...cold wind blew from the Danube, and-one by one the tables in the beer garden emptied." But soon the massive Bishop of Regensburg entered, his tiny dog jumping up & down beside him "as if ... suspended from a rubber band." "Where's old Anton?" asked the bishop. "He isn't here any more," murmured the waitress. ("It was a phrase that everyone in Regensburg understood.") "Oh," said the bishop...
...TIME, Sept. 14, 1942), will be disappointed. In its 153 pages they will find the usual bitter-sweet taste and tragicomic personalities-freakish but heartwarming outcasts; birds and animals with the attractiveness of charming children; the waiters scurrying to & fro with black bread, liverwurst and seidels of foaming beer; chestnut and willow trees; nostalgia, trouble and human patience. But at the heart of these things is a brood of despicable Nazis; and when he comes down to earth to describe their piggish, ruthless natures, Bemelmans drops his magic wand for an unwieldy club. The art and appeal .of The Blue...