Word: cooks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...they can choose its subject, take it or leave it, play it as a sort of game in which every one can win by giving himself a higher rating than he gives to his contemporaries. Hence among best sellers not of a year but of a generation, the Boston Cooking School Cook Book and Emily Post's Etiquette rate close to the Bible. According to the modest estimate of its publishers, Funk & Wagnalls, since its first printing in 1922, Etiquette has sold "many more than 500,000 copies." Last week this 15-year-old youngster among best sellers came...
...Logan did not discharge all her servants, but aside from kitchen help who cook the vegetables and wash the dishes, "Sarobia" is run on the inside by the Logans and their guests, and the fact that Mr. Logan believes that the estate should be as near to weedy nature as possible makes things easy for the outside servants. On "Sarobia's" grounds are 13 houses and cabins, one a guesthouse named "Runcible" after a Logan cat. and another a onetime roadhouse near the highway. In these live indigent poets, artists, thinkers, mostly obscure folk. Last week, on his annual...
These were not the only fascinating ears which Robert Carter Cook, editor of the Journal oj Heredity, fished out of the genetics grab bag. He also produced the ears of the Canright and Powell families. The ears of the Powells, starting with F. J. Powell, a retired merchant of West Lafayette, Ohio, are lobeless - i.e., the "lobes" are fastened to the skin of the neck. The ear lobes of Harry Lee Canright, onetime a medical missionary at Chengtu, China, and of his family are free. Dr. Canright's free-lobed daughter married lobeless Eugene F. Powell, zoologist...
...only thing she can cook worth a darn is slaw with bacon grease on it, and they tell me that's fairly simple. Her kind of car driving makes Tulsa mothers keep their children in, and pedestrians slink up back alleys. She can't sew very well...
...head, stuffed it into an envelope, marked it "Exhibit A." Mr. Berger was detained pending the convening of night court. That night Mr. Nelson did not appear to press his charges so Mr. Berger was turned loose. He said that he was now going home to cook his dinner. Would somebody please return his little chicken? The magistrate said he was very sorry but somehow the little chicken had vanished...