Word: buttermilker
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Nura got the idea for her story from a reminiscence of her childhood in Kansas City. So fond was her older and only sister of buttermilk that her parents used to say: "We'll have to grow a buttermilk tree for you." Nura patiently waited for the tree, was told when she asked that they grew only on wishing rings...
...called herself Nura published a book for moppets in which illustrations of children with milky skins, large heads, solemn black eyes, faced blank pages. The moppets were supposed to fill in the blank pages with stories to accompany the illustrations. This week Nura published her second book. The Buttermilk Tree. This time Nura supplied the story as well as the illustrations...
Nura's evanescent, occasionally rhymed tale traces the history of a grave, unearthly, mild-mannered girl from birth beneath a Buttermilk Tree to motherhood. More interesting to most readers will be Nura's black and white pictures which achieve charm by combining a simple mysticism with an awareness of actuality. Animals, playthings, schoolbooks surround the solemn child as she grows up. At 15 she stares into space, a mirror on her lap. She emerges into starry light, the world at her feet, on her bridal night. "Full Bloom" shows her, arms outstretched in the shape of a cross...
Before the vote on the Enabling Act, Chancellor Hitler read a declaration of policy to the Reichstag that was mild as buttermilk compared with his former utterances. There was the old insistence on "rooting out Communism to the last vestige" but on the other hand "the Government regards the question of monarchistic restoration as indiscussible at present...
...works for a power transmission company; Polly, 18, is at Vassar; Frances, 17, goes to Barnard this autumn; Becky, 14, is in high school; Evan, 9. attends a private school in Connecticut. For fun Mr. Thomas plays a little tennis, sails a small boat on Shinnecock Bay. He drinks buttermilk, seldom smokes...