Word: caked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...200th anniversary of his birth. In a large circus tent near the old Hale house, greetings from President Eisenhower were read, and Connecticut's Governor Abraham Ribicoff praised Hale's bravery and sacrifice. Local churchwomen, dressed in the costumes of the Revolution, handed out coffee and cake, and the 20-piece Fife and Drum Corps from Stony Creek, in sleeveless red jackets, black leggings, tricorn hats and fawn-colored breeches, played 18th-century music. One of the stories-doubtless apocryphal-circulating about the Hale homestead concerned a Harvardman who visited the place recently, and, after examining everything closely...
...faintly of dishonesty. Poetry, especially as it is applied to the stage, can dig down into the depths of a human soul and reveal the raw emotions which lie hidden there. Fry's poetry seldom does this-it seems to float on the surface, a frosting on the dramatic cake. But if the poet cannot be profound, he at least knows how to be amusing. When the epigrams, many of which do contain some momentary truth, are bright, and when Katherine Cornell is on stage, The Dark Is Light Enough redeems its faults and becomes good theatre...
...support. How do you get it? By freeing the people from oppression by colonialism and the warlords of the sects . . . Yet the French military no longer wishes to leave Viet Nam and the U.S. grants financial aid to them.* The French want to get the best part of the cake and if they cannot get it, they are ready to crush it. The hesitations of U.S. policy give my enemies an incentive...
...marshal something indiscreet, since he would not say it in front of Prime Minister Churchill-namely, that the British for two years have had the idea of artificially building up France into a strong power ... He said the British were a peculiar people and wished to have their cake...
Finished with the book and too ashamed for another round of smorgasbord. I concluded the meal with three desserts, apple crunch cake, Norwegian rosettes, and rum pudding. After lapping up the last of the rum, I forgave my Scandinavian friends for serving French pastry and said goodbye to the waiter, the dishwasher, the cold chef, the hot chef, and the just plain chefs. I paid my check, $1.50, with one dessert, and told my hostess I'd be back on May 17 when the patio would be open. The seventeenth is of course, Norwegian Independence...