Word: bread
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...winter, will hardly understand such nonsense. In Germany, gripped by a grave food crisis (see FOREIGN NEWS), potatoes meant life. Britain was still wearily debating whether or not the noted nutritionist, Dr. Franklin Bicknell, had been right when he said that Britons were slowly starving. In France, the daily bread ration had been cut from 10.5 ounces to 8.3 ounces, may be cut again, and Premier Ramadier told striking flour mill hands: "Each day without bread is a step nearer disaster." The Communist Humanité headlined: "It is wrong to have believed in American promises...
...cans in front of Allied homes. There were few pets left in the city-an old household trick, now revived, was to soak cats in skimmed milk diluted with water for eight hours, to make them tender enough to eat. The current fee for prostitutes was two slices of bread. In Essen, where the official daily ration is 1.550 calories a day, some people were getting only 887-which meant three slices of bread baked with mixed cornmeal and wheat flour and two teaspoonfuls of sugar...
...deduct 500 for taxes, 500 for the blacksmith, and 1,000 for seed and fertilizer. That leaves me 4,000. A pair of shoes for my wife costs me 800. I consider myself lucky when some city fellow brings me a few nails or machinery to trade in for bread and potatoes." Said Farmer Friedrich Sticht grimly: "Before the farmers starve, every single city dweller will starve first...
...which expatriates used to brag about. His hotel suite (large bedroom, bathroom, private balcony) looked out over pink stucco villas toward the island of Ischia. The room and meals cost 1,400 lire ($1.75 black market) a day. A day was like this: breakfast (coffee and hot milk, fresh bread, butter, jelly) on the balcony. Then a walk down to the piazza to buy the Paris Herald (for black-market quotations). Lunch at the hotel was usually risotto with meat, salad, wine, pastry, fruit, coffee. After a two-hour siesta, a walk to the Marina Piccolo to swim...
...shoulders and told him: "You are going to get well in a very short time." Then the young faith healer retired to the more modest home of one of Arakelian's neighbors. He walked in the yard, went for an auto ride through town, ate cheese, vegetables and bread. He could read no English, but he ruffled interestedly through stacks of mail and telegrams which began to arrive...