Word: breads
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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When Budapest was reached the Hungarian Parliament extended a unanimous, rising vote of welcome to the son of Lord Rothermere. Flags and bunting fluttered. The Mayor of Budapest came in stately regalia with symbolic gifts of bread and salt. A pageant of three hours' duration trooped past. Justinian Cardinal Szeredy blessed. And, as evening fell, weary Esmond Harmsworth was motored across the Danube and up a steep winding street which leads to the huge, once royal, palace of Archduke Friedrich and Archduchess Isabella. There, at the table of two Habsburgs whom royalist Hungarians still acclaim as royal, was served...
...tall, suave, dark-haired Frenchman for whom wheat is assuredly "the best vegetable" stepped off the liner Paris at Manhattan, last week, and set smart U. S. citizens to thinking back to the origins of bread & cake. The French wheat-man-a close friend of Herbert Hoover, and of Georges Clemenceau-is M. Ernest Vilgrain, president of the famed Société des Grands Moulins de Paris. Unlike the Mills of the Gods, the Moulins de Paris grind swiftly, grind more flour than any other chain of mills in France, and grind out steady profits absolutely without the selling...
...Crosby flour company asks from many a billboard "Eventuellement, Pourquoi Pas Maintenant?";* but the Grands Moulins de Paris have no slogan. Explaining, last week, Miller Vilgrain said: "We French millers do not advertise, and sell almost wholly to bakers, seldom to the housewife, who does little of her own bread or pastry making. The competition offered by American flour firms in France is negligible.* The French miller does not advertise or claim superiority for his individual brand of flour, because both the price and quality are regulated...
With this fanfare printed on the program, it was not unnatural to expect that him would be a totally tasteless bread pudding of the theatre, containing not even a raison d'etre. Such was what some of the critics who attended its initial performance discovered it to be: not quite sure whether the play had been successful in its attempt to understand them, they wrote scornful words which the box-office at least could not fail to find intelligible. Others, undeceived by the play's pretenses, by its dreary smut, by its fairly frequent lapses into complete...
...Crock of Gold. No happiness at all about "Hunger"-grim story of a woman's fortitude mocked by the inevitability of sheer want. First one child dies of starvation, then another, then the weary husband. And in the end there is nothing left but her crippled child, and bread lines. Again, in the mood of the Russians, a story called "Schoolfellows" recounts a good man accosted by his old schoolfellow who offers conversation in return for drink, more conversation in return for more drink. The good man evades, demurs, insults, but the other's desire for drink...