Word: breakfasting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...action with a well-aimed copy of The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.) The New York Times's Ray Daniell and radio's nervous Bill Shirer were less patient. They reached the high note of indignation when they went to complain about a powdered-egg breakfast and found the German staff eating steak...
...past seven months burly Baron Digby has risen at 6:30 a.m. After breakfast his Lordship, wearing his habitual thick brown tweeds and checked cap on his bald head, steps into the stone-paved yard of his rambling Tudor manor house. Standing by the dairy is a neat, navy blue, electric van, loaded with Guernsey milk from Lord Digby's 30 pedigreed cows, pastured on his 200-acre farm. Accompanied by his helper, aged Edwin White, Lord Digby hops in and sets off to deliver milk to the inhabitants of Cerne Abbas...
Every fourth Sunday for the past four years, a group of physicians and psychiatrists has sat down to breakfast in the Detroit Athletic Club. Their aim and table topic: to revive the unfashionable belief that babies should be breast-fed and coddled by their mothers. By last week their revolutionary crusade had become a national movement to urge that Mother Nature knows best...
...Molly? As they have every morning for the past four years, Denverites lapped up Molly's flip and saucy column with their breakfast coffee. More than anything else, "Dear Mrs. Mayfield" has helped step up the New's circulation from a doddering 40,000 to more than 86,000, challenging enough to keep the Denver Post (circ. 192,991) on its toes. Besides dispensing free advice, Molly collects snapping turtles, pianos and goldfish from people who don't want them for those who do. During the war she gathered diaper pins for G.I. wives, once collected...
...Margaret Rose, British royal princesses, took a leaf from their sailor father's logbook. With 30 other girls of the Windsor Sea Rangers Troop, they went down to the sea for a few days in a motor torpedo boat. Elizabeth, 20, lit the galley fire, peeled potatoes, made breakfast. Margaret Rose, 15, scrubbed the deck, polished up the brass...