Word: bread
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Only my suit and shoes were left to me when I was shoved into a 6 ft. by 9 ft. cell . . . The next ten days I was not allowed to wash, and my menu comprised black bread and water three times a day. The worst of it, however, was the endless routine, repeated every six minutes, of the steel peephole being opened and clanged shut. Finally, I was again cleaned up and shaved and led before the chief of the secret police. I was apparently ready to be hopped up and groomed for my trial...
...Russians promptly stocked up on bread, salami and potatoes, holed up in their quarters at the Cheesemakers' Inn, directly across the street from U.S. Army Intelligence headquarters in Salzburg, and prepared for a long siege. Colonel Alexander Smirnov, the burly chief of the mission, announced moodily that he could not leave until he received orders from Russian headquarters in Vienna. As far as personal relations were concerned, the Russians had gotten along fine in Salzburg - particularly Senior Lieut. Vasily Pivovarov, who had acquired quite a reputation among U.S. Army officers because he always breakfasted on six eggs, four sausages...
...Daily Bread. In St. Joseph, Mo., a bakery salesman left a package of six rolls on the seat of his truck, returned to find in their place a bundle of religious tracts...
...stood nearby to beg from the freshman. That morning the CRIMSON had praised the Class of '26 for its spirit and athletic triumphs. "Consequently, after such a satisfactory year, the freshman cannot, in the fulness of their hearts, fail to contribute largess in satisfying sums. They are 'casting their bread upon the waters' ... for in May, 1926, their bread will return again. Such an extremely intelligent and capable freshman class will not neglect this opportunity to provide for old age and an impoverished future." The Seniors get their largess...
...poison an ostrich . . . They will take a perfectly good horse-burger out of the freezer, and it comes to the customer, after subjection to the stove, a deep shade of grey and curled at the edges . . . There is no law which says that a roll or a piece of bread must be kept in the refrigerator and served stark and chilled, but there is a general suspicion that heating a biscuit is punishable by fine and imprisonment . . . I have observed, too, that the waitresses in neon-lit, chromiumed establishments invariably wear bobby sox and spend most of their time giggling...