Word: butter
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Ennybody thet ever stirred apple butter in a copper kettle thet held more'n 20 gallon, with a hikery or maple stirrer, in the back yard when they wuz kids is eligible ter join; providin they got sick at least twice from eatin too much apple butter on homemade bread afterwards...
...know thet's gonna make some of them perfessional organizers mad. But ter keep things even, I ain't gonna make no promises neither. Fer the truth is, all the politicians and perfessional organizers has already used up all the good promises; and no former apple butter stirrers would be satisfied with enny second-rate promises...
Ennyway, if they's enny TIME readers thet want ter join my "Former Apple Butter Stirrers' Society Per The Purpose of Promulgatin, Promotin and Perpetuatin Memories of Apple Butter Stirrin Days" jest tell 'em ter write me at No. 318 S. State Street, Marion, Ohio, and I'll see thet they get the proper identifyin kredentials-without spendin a penny or agreein ter nothin...
Last week, with an eye to the visiting foreign-Germans, Stuttgart wore her party dress as all Nazi departments cooperated to give the town an air of plenty. Juicy hams, butter, thick Württemberg sausage spread themselves in butcher-shop windows. The rigid foreign exchange decrees of Reichsbanker Schacht were tossed aside to allow foreign toilet articles and cosmetics to be stocked by Stuttgart drugstores...
Ferdinand ("Freddie") Fisher, 34, was born and reared on a farm near Garnavillo, Iowa. His father, whom he still calls "the best butter maker in Iowa," wanted him to play the piano, compromised on a clarinet, but Freddie says he always broke the reed just before school band practice. When he was 21 and able to keep a reed intact, Freddie bought a dinner jacket and got a job in an Orpheum Circuit band. Later Freddie Fisher thought up the name "Schnickelfritz" (German slang for silly fellow), and assembled five men to play a permanent date in a tavern...