Word: class
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...dairy breeds do not make first-class beef, hence, a breeder or raiser of dairy cattle would send his heifer calf to the butcher for veal at eight weeks, if he knew she would not breed, produce a calf and become a milch cow later-rather than feed the calf for twelve to 18 months, find she could not be gotten with calf, and then had to go to the butcher...
...Model T Ford and part of an old truck. Before the year ended, he had 69 acres under cultivation, 1,100 chickens, a grist mill to grind his neighbors' grain. In his first year out of high school, where he had stood fourth in his class, Farmer Bristow cleared $725. In his second, he expects to do twice as well, cut his mortgage in half...
...dead earnest, the private comments of not a few ruling-class Britons on the international situation as Parliament convened last week were in this vein: Until our Rearmament is a good deal nearer completion, there is nothing for the Government to do but continue putting as good a face as possible on the fact that Britain for the time being is not a First-Class Power. Such a policy is deeply repugnant to us and to the country, and it will be pursued no longer than is absolutely necessary, but at present it is the only safe policy-and Britain...
...Broadway this fall on a number of Sunday nights. I've Got the Tune, with Composer Blitzstein singing the role of Mr. Musiker, was his and the Workshop's first venture in radio operetta. For some listeners, Blitzstein's mocking libretto was not without class-conscious implications, even his wiry-muscled music suggesting the notion voiced in The Cradle Will Rock-that "there's something so damned low about the rich...
...book begins with Joseph nervously putting last touches on the Wotton Vanborough exhibit. With this scene as its casual centre it launches into a circling recital of upper-crust extravagances and lower-class problems, mixed, its methodical madness suggesting nothing so much as a cross between Evelyn Waugh and Marcel Proust. Proust and Waugh have at bottom much the same chillingly precise appreciation of high-flown decadence, and the combination of their two techniques here serves the author very well. Waugh-ish are the incidental plot and background, which largely describe the scurryings from London to Paris to the Lido...