Word: butcher
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...stream of settlers is changing the face of the country. Almost every Venezuelan town now has its Italian barbershop and restaurant, its German-speaking innkeeper. San Cristobal has a Russian photographer, Merida a Russian butcher. Near Turen, about 175 miles southwest of the capital, farmers from Andalusia, Tuscany and the Ukraine are tilling new lands cleared for them by government bulldozers. In time, Venezuela hopes, such immigrant pioneers may supply the eggs, fruit and other foodstuffs that the country now imports from...
...happened to the Jews in Germany. The rabbi should never be in the barber shop at all. He sits pale, immobilized, and with eyes fixed on the barber, who is "fiddling while the Jews burn"-only it is a funeral dirge. The barber's costume is like a butcher's. Soon the rabbi will be in the position of the customer in the other chair, horizontal...
...does Koerner say that the barber might be himself . . . ? He feels guilty of the death of his parents-he alone escaped . . . The tiles, etc. represent German efficiency and attention to detail. I have not counted them, but they represent six million murdered Jews. They are clean, like in a butcher shop...
...idea eventually pays off in a blaze of heroics and dynamite. But not until Kelly has gotten himself out of a picturesque Black Hand cell: a butcher's icebox where piles of homemade bombs nestle among the sides of beef...
...Harry Butcher, then manager of the rival CBS station WJSV, was quick to grab him. In the deal, WJSV (now WTOP) got most of Godfrey's morning audience and 80% of his former sponsors. NBC retaliated by bringing down a New York announcer named Don Douglas to buck Arthur. Unreasonably terrified by the threat of big-city competition, Godfrey convinced Butcher that he should stay on the air all night to kill Douglas' first broadcast. Since WJSV closed down at midnight, Godfrey had to broadcast from the transmitter in a swamp near Alexandria, Va., with no other props...