Word: breakfasting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Highway patrolmen guarded the pop-bottle-littered lawn all night; at 7:30 a.m., pink and rested, Mr. Farley (who neither smokes nor drinks) nodded at guests drinking bourbon hot toddies, went in to breakfast on grapefruit-and-strawberries, broiled Tennessee ham, hominy grits, scrambled eggs, hot waffles with sorghum, coffee and tiny hot biscuits...
...their ladies. For the tenth time he heard singers roar God Bless America. As he got on the train, said Big Jim: "Thank God we're getting out of the fried-chicken belt." Next morning Fort Worth and Dallas, where a posse of Garnerites hauled him off to breakfast: Cactus Valley grapefruit, Red River County farm eggs, Blossom Prairie smoked sausage, Garner Camp biscuits, Uvalde honey, Chuck Wagon brew. Here Jim Farley hinted he was willing to be a Vice-Presidential candidate on a Garner ticket (in Tennessee it had been Hull). As he often does, he held...
Until last week, "Europe's breakfast table" sold her succulent abundance to two big customers: Britain took nearly 60%, Germany about 20%. Britain paid in sterling, Germany in credits, promises, and in blackmail (for instance, Germany forced Denmark to accept credits in coal, then, because Denmark was already oversupplied with British coal, charged storage on the undelivered coal). That Germany expected to get the Danish larder for nothing was indicated by what Danes were forced to accept for their goods-script money called Reichskreditkassen-scheine, carried by the invading troops...
...cheered him and his blows. That was then. Last season fans who got up at the crack of a homer only did so because they ran out of peanuts and wanted attention for more, and bush league hitters suffered painful gastronomic ailments from trying to keep up with a breakfast food company which offered, a case of wunchy-munchies for every round-tripper...
...very rich Mr. Skeffington whom Lady Fanny married before 1914, whom she divorced at 28 after his seventh infidelity, and to whose still worshipful settlement she owed 22 years of delicious freedom. Since her illness last autumn, Fanny has found his apparition continually turning up, especially at breakfast. After crying over her grapefruit, Fanny decides this morning to consult a Harley Street specialist, Sir Stilton Byles...