Word: chickens
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...takes you back to his graduation from a college in Texas and forth upon the moonlit road he chose to follow into the world. Soon you meet the Chicken-Wagon Family, camped for the night by a pine-fringed Louisiana bayou, and thereafter their story and Jim Pickett...
That evening, Jean Paul Baptiste Yvonne Fippany, the chicken-wagon man, had surrendered to portly, black-eyed Mrs. Fippany about going to a town to live. She had long hinted at it (in a quiet voice, sweet as distant bells) and finally, just before supper, openly rebelled. It was because of the child, Addie, of course, not Mrs. Fippany's health at all. And Mr. Fippany surrendered by telling Breaksteel, the beagle puppy, they would give up trading tin pans and cups and gaudy Bibles and lithographs and pain-killers and perfumed hair-kink removers for chickens and eggs...
...less and less offensive. In the diner, Mr. and Airs. Coolidge ate alone, with Secretary Kellogg and Senator Lenroot across the aisle. Mr. Coolidge had a two-inch broiled steak, a cup of jellied consomme, toasted raisin bread and hot coffee. Mrs. Coolidge confined herself to the cold consomme, chicken salad and iced coffee. After dinner, they retired to the observation car. At Cumberland, Md., she received a delegation of Camp Fire Girls...
...Cathedral-building: "Bishop Manning is one of the finest fellows going. He is true blue, four-square on God and the Bible. . . . God owns this world. Why worship Him in a lot of little chicken-coop buildings on street corners...
...life sowing soap bubbles on his stubly cheek; in spite of the fact that he dissipates enough foot pounds of energy to drive his Ford for 23.7 miles, this poor creature will not heed the new apostle of emancipation. Wild visions of embarrassment in engulfing soup and dismantling chicken wings, and horrible pictures of ice-coated whiskers tighten his grip on the instrument of degradation, as the fettered slaye renews each day the heardless symbol of forsaken manhood...