Word: corns
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...life in a way that is rare for their white compatriots. At moments of acute homesickness, an American Negro may stop at the Café le Tournon, a student bistro near the Luxembourg where he will find similarly afflicted friends, or-tempted by the thought of barbecued spare ribs, corn bread and deep-dish apple pie-he will drop into Leroy & Gabby's, near the Place Pigalle...
Iowa: Democratic Incumbent Herschel Loveless' corn-belt syntax and his rumpled common-man appeal, plus rural discontent with Ezra Taft Benson, all combined to give Loveless the nod over Republican William G. Murray, whose polished professorial phrases were largely wasted on Iowa ears...
Following centuries-old tribal custom, the family called in a nidilniihi, a diagnostician who works by hand-trembling-but they fetched her in their own 1953 Chevrolet sedan. Diagnostician Emma Teller squatted at Mary's bedside, dusted corn pollen on her upturned right palm, made the zigzag lightning sign with her left forefinger and crooned a ritual chant. As she passed her hand over Mary's body, it began to tremble. From its motion (ni'dilniih) Emma concluded that Mary had somehow offended the Wind Spirits. Her prescription: a chishiji, a two-day sing...
...have jazzed up as something to be talked about; here it is something to be felt. Fury rejects, out of his own dumb innocence, every kind of forged card of identity offered him. He finds himself redeemed in a trance of love. That part of the book is pure corn-a simple and nourishing product...
When Hero Jim Blackstarr does any talking, he is all corn pone and hominy grits: "Look, Betty Lee, it i'n't goin' to be like this all the time. It won't be too long foah we kin git married . . ." But when Jim gets around to long thoughts about the landscape, Author Salamanca puts down these words about a summer storm: "It gets gray and cool and then the wind comes gusty from the mountains . . . and the tossing trees in the wind are like oceans with little silver fish slipping through the tops...