Word: citrus
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Like so much citrus fruit, patrons turn up to be graded. Discrimination once occurred at the door and at the velvet rope, but it now occurs more notably inside. Where one is seated is all-important; Big-Namesville may be just a table away from Squaresburgh, but the distance in prestige cannot be measured. The far side of the dance floor at El Morocco might as well be on the far side of the Urals. Restaurants, of course, are similarly ordered; according to bright, ubiquitous Leonard Lyons, best of the New York chroniclers, the rear room upstairs...
...changing cow college (cheer: "Bossie. cow cow, honey bee bee, oleomargarine, oleo butterine, alfalfa-hey!"), Davis will soon be a general university on a 3,000-acre farm-campus. Santa Barbara (3,504) will hit 10.500. Riverside (1,633) will hit 7,250. Converted from a citrus experimental station, it aimed to be a Western Oberlin, but will soon be bigger...
...Bank President Eugene Black announced that there was "a good chance" that his organization would give the Israeli economy another boost by lending Israel $27.5 million toward construction of a $46 million Mediterranean harbor at the old Philistine port of Ashdod. The port would handle Israel's growing citrus trade, as well as products (potash, phosphates and other minerals) now being extracted in growing volume from the Negev desert...
Richard Milhous Nixon, 47, the presidential choice, is the second of five sons* of Francis Nixon, an unsuccessful Southern California citrus farmer, and his wife Hannah, a pious Quaker. When Frank Nixon's lemon grove failed, he moved his family to Quaker-led Whittier, on the outskirts of Los Angeles, and opened a small grocery. Dick spent his after school hours and his summers helping out in the store and with the chores in his meager home. "Richard always pulled the shades down when he washed the dishes," his mother recalls, "so that people wouldn...
Yemenite Jews ate meat only about once a week. But they drank oceans of tea and coffee, and heady, 100-proof arrack distilled from citrus fruits and sugar-beet molasses...