Word: claret
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bobble' for error has a high rasping content, while 'Senior Circuit' for American-or is it National?-League has a suggestion of pomposity, like an overstuffed clubman in an overstuffed chair." Other Trib selections: "hits the hoop" (for shooting baskets), "squared circle" (boxing ring), "spouted claret" (bleeding), "comeback trail...
...instructions, for preparing a 36-inch pike: Sew into the pike's belly a pound of sweet butter mixed with thyme, sweet marjoram, winter-savory, the pike's liver, pickled oysters and two or three whole anchovies, and roast over a spit, basting often with claret, anchovies and butter. When roasted to a turn, squeeze the juice of three or four oranges into the sauce in the belly...
...Boston's Mrs. Thomas Bailey Aldrich was "the only person in existence who had seen Harriet Beecher Stowe drunk" It happened when youthful, innocent Hostess Aldrich decided to impart a higher tone to her claret cup by adding the contents of a curiously shaped bottle which she understood came from a Carthusian monastery." The day was warm, and after downing two tumblers of the brew, Visitor Stowe had the illusion that she had become a sailor. Her "berth" (the sofa), she complained, was "going up and down" so tempestuously that she had difficulty in climbing into it. Her last...
Take It Back. Being only human, Dodgson did make a mistake or two. Once, after a series of mathematical calculations, he boosted a cellar temperature from 50° to 60°, only to find that his claret began ripening far ahead of schedule and that it was all Christ Church men could do to drink it up in time. But otherwise, Mr. Dodgson was a paragon of scrupulous management, and once when a local merchant tried to ingratiate himself by sending a Christmas gift of fruit, he huffily sent it back. "Mr. Dodgson would have thought it hardly necessary...
Templer is the perfect picture of a British regular soldier: an austere, stiff-backed autocrat in uniform-and in mufti a bit of a dandy. He lived elegantly in London's Belgravia and became a connoisseur of claret, crystal and ijth century books. But in the company of his old war comrades he could relax. Says one: "He'll bring along an elderly fellow in civilian attire and introduce him to the officers as 'You remember Sergeant So-and-So. He and I fought together at So-and-So.' Sometimes if you happen to mention...