Word: drinking
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Rome, the Communist-line newspaper Il Paese shrilled against a "red-uniformed army which today has an outpost . . . even in the remotest parts of our countryside." Communists launched a whispering campaign that the "army" sold a drink which could turn a child's hair white overnight. Last week, the official Communist organ L'Unita shot the works in a headline: DRINKS COCA-COLA AND DIES. (L'Unita's victim was identified by another newspaper as a heart fatality...
...back and both legs broke. I am unable to do any work . . . Part of my children had to finish school without any shoes and part of the time they didn't have money for lunch. I have three babies that ought to have milk to drink and I can't buy it for them . . . I have no other income only what I get from the welfare fund-and that's $170 and I'm awful thankful for that...
...children carried British and Danish flags and ice-cream cones. The crowd was so anxious to see the warriors (in private life Danish dockers, policemen, tradesmen and bricklayers) that they crashed the press seats and part of the official committee's platform. Toasts were drunk in mead, a drink brewed from honey. Hengest & Horsa used to love mead, but 1949's perspiring Vikings gave the impression that they would rather have had some cool beer. The Danes plan to sell the Hugin (it cost $12,000) and go back to Denmark on the oarless Danish patrol vessel Thetis...
Last week, under a huge canopy of festive lights paid for by the Giornale, Trasteverini thronged happily to the feast. The sponsors had discarded an original plan to crown as "Miss Vino" the Trastevere girl who could drink the most wine, thought it would be even more imprudent to hold a regular beauty contest. "The first," explained a committeeman, "would not be dignified in these times; the second would be too dangerous, because there are too many girls in Trastevere who are the most beautiful...
...studio, painted instead in his small, airless hotel room, laying his canvases on the floor where a small square of light fell. Three weeks ago he began hearing accusing voices repeating "You're no good, Gerard. Your painting is no good." To escape the voices, he tried to drink poison, hang himself. Friends rescued him, sent him off to the asylum of Ste. Anne...