Word: breakfasting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Spokane at 7:15 a.m. on Sunday morning over a hundred turned out at Union Station to greet Candidate Dewey; 3,000 were turned away from an Early Birds' Club breakfast; crowds lined the sidewalk outside the Civic Building for an afternoon reception. ("Is your industrial plant built? Are you all through? Are you just going to sit still and struggle over the division of what you have...
...food stuffs which were sold at high prices. Everything was available from chocolate to clothing. The money received from these foods was gambled away at night. We were awakened at 6:30 in the morning. Then the fight for the wash water began. Twenty men formed a group for breakfast. We spent the morning peeling potatoes and doing other chores but nothing strenuous. It was difficult to keep the men busy. At 11 o'clock we had lunch with a rest period of two hours following. The afternoon was spent also doing minor chores around the camp. Then...
...less unorthodox is Phoneman Moore's midsummer method of taking a swim before breakfast. Stepping onto a balcony outside his second-floor bedroom window, he presses a button. From a swimming pool in the yard a model airplane climbs to him on cables. Sitting on a trapeze slung from the undercarriage, he presses another button, the plane heads for the pool. Mr. Moore lets go in time to flop into the water. On the journey back he just hangs on until the plane deposits him on the balcony again...
...Johnny, Oh Johnny, Oh! was the tune for the bands one morning last week when John L. Lewis walked into a hall at Columbus, Ohio. On the platform he paused for a word with his daughter, Kathryn, large and placid in a black dress. He mouthed his after-breakfast cigar, chatted, paced up & down until an introductory orator droned: "I give you . . ." Only then did the finest actor in U. S. Labor turn to the crowd. Grey hairs laced his black mane. His squat body was taut and still. One hand brushed at his eyes, at the arching black eyebrows...
Impish Alan Patrick Herbert, top-notch Punch humorist and jackanapes No. 1 of the House of Commons, bolted early breakfast one morning last week, hustled over to reach Westminster at 8 a.m. wearing an expectant grin. Other M. P.s, equally eager to squeeze into their House, which is much too small to seat all of them, were already jampacked around the door. They half-hoped that Leslie Hore-Belisha, recently ousted British War Secretary (TIME, Jan. 15), would clash with Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain in the first really hot House of Commons debate since outbreak...