Word: dipped
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...momentous decision was an nounced in, of all places, a swimming pool. Julie Nixon Eisenhower telephoned Henry Kissinger and asked whether his two young children would like to come over for a dip at the Nixons' San Clemente estate. Indeed they would. A little later, Julie called back and asked Kissinger to come along...
Even more disturbing is that some quick-buckers have started on the satire routine. Here's a juicy line from Ludwig von Wolfgang Vulture: "Now one of the flock would dip down in a 61/2-point inverted roll and tear off a chunk of the festering flesh of the decaying cow or sow, the flesh already gone black, squirming with blind maggots." And here's the twist: Ludwig gets hooked on speed reading and expects a Fulbright or Rhodes; instead he gets banished. Or try this for satire: "He knew that perfect speed is never having to say you're slow...
...this year. Faced with soaring prices for feed, farmers killed baby chicks, sows and milk cows. Unable to earn a profit, meatpackers closed down, and food processors slowed production. Beef production could drop 2% this year; earlier it had been expected to rise 3.5%. Pork production is likely to dip by 3%, and output of broiler chickens is running 1.5% behind last year's pace. Says Don Paarlberg, chief economist of the Agriculture Department: "There will be fewer eggs, smaller supplies of fresh fruits and vegetables. Milk production will probably fall off, and there will certainly be fewer canned...
...Hemispheres (on Mt. Aubrun next to Tommy's) cater to the more exotic palates. The Persian serves its sandwiches in hot Syrian bread, and the contents--mostly sliced and shredded cold cuts--are flavored with tahini sauce, filling for less than a dollar. Hemispheres serves a nice eggplant dip, the best roast beef in town and a baklava that has a foothold on that distinction...
...movie isn't really an ode to romanticism; rather, it is an elegy to its passing. Cukor turns sentiment to laughter, to a capricious form of skepticism that knows "the good old days" to be illusionism. The loops of his freewheeling narrative dip eagerly into the past only to circle back a bit crestfallen. And in between, that cherished romance becomes sappy to the taste...