Word: cooke
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Mayer claims he's "not at all a cook" although he's interested in recipes from a nutritional standpoint. When her husband does step into the kitchen, Betty said, it's ssually to make "a marvelous salad." And two or three times a year he stirs up "something French." His secret ambition, Betty revealed, is to learn to bake bread. "He's tried, but it hasn't been a success," she said...
...Philadelphia Inquirer from 1934 to 1969; following a stroke; in Philadelphia. After studying at the University of Minnesota, he worked for a string of newspapers before joining the then Republican Inquirer. In the 1930s Hutton continually lampooned the New Deal, depicting Franklin Roosevelt as a popeyed, apron-clad cook feeding the American people "campaign soothing syrup...
More and more older women are now finding lives of their own once their children are grown?if not before. Says Sue Shear, 57, who was elected to the Missouri state legislature in 1972: "I used to feel guilty when Harry went into the jungle, and I was a cook and chauffeur for the kids. I felt he was doing everything, and I was doing nothing. Now I'm finding that the jungle is not any harder or scarier than being home...
...boys and girls, hobbies, diversions or games became unintentionally educational in nature, as children copied adult activities, learning their "position" in society, a position then as now connected to one's sex, race and "background." Boys went fishing or hunting; girls played "house" and not incidentally learned to cook. The children of slaves learned to wait on other (white) children, as well as assist their parents in various menial tasks. Children of the rich were given dancing lessons, learned how to eat, dress, walk, talk in the proper way and, not least, how to give orders and receive...
...skin-and-bones starving, the leprous and the dying seem to be concentrated there as nowhere else in India-or the world. Their numbers, swollen by past waves of refugees from Bangladesh, grow daily. At least 200,000 of them live in the streets, building tiny fires to cook their scraps of food, defecating at curbstones, curling up in their cotton rags against a wall to sleep-and often to die. Out of this scene of unremitting human desolation has come an extraordinary message of love and hope. Its bearer is a tiny gray-eyed Roman Catholic...