Word: eat
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...James John Walker at Cape Ferrat, French Riviera, but not too ill to chirp: "Do I eat like I was sick or dead?" Edna Ferber, infected in London, convalesced at nearby Nice. In Paris the American Hospital opened two special wards to care for numerous LL S. victims. Forehanded Paris undertakers formally declared that they were short of coffins...
Themistocles imported cockfighting into Greece from Persia. Pedigrees of game-fowl are far more antique than those of any other pure-bred creature. Gamecocks would rather fight than breed or eat. They are trained as carefully as pugilists. First they chase barnyard hens to acquire morale. Wearing steel gaffs-corked except at the tip-they become accustomed to weapons by fighting inferior opponents. They strengthen their leg muscles on treadmills, sweat off fat in a straw box, have their heads shampooed by trainers. Two to three weeks before fighting they spar in spurs covered with leather rolls. Oldtime English trainers...
...equipment grew until the first stack of spelling books and New Testaments, bought by selling for old iron the rusty handcuffs from Nashville's slavepens, became a legend. Now there are 25 well-equipped campus buildings at Fisk (not counting the nearby grocery store where students go to eat fried fish). Academically it has Class A rating...
...When do we eat? We want action!" screamed a score of Communists one night last week as they shoved past a police cordon into Manhattan's East 65th Street and took up a defiant stand before the brownstone house of President-elect Roosevelt. Being photographed on the steps of the house were five Senators and six Representatives, Democrats all, who had just arrived from Washington for a party conference with their national leader. The Communists shook fists, hooted, yelled. The Congressmen beat a quick retreat inside the Roosevelt home. The police with many a fisticuff and nightstick thwack cleared...
...Vienna it is the custom for children confirmed at St. Stephen's Cathedral to be taken afterwards for a drive through the Prater, then to a pastry-shop where they are allowed to eat their fill of schlagobers (whipped cream). Decade ago schlagobers inspired homey Frau Richard Strauss to write a ballet scenario. Herr Richard lathered it with music prodigiously orchestrated, conducted it at the Vienna Staatsoper to celebrate his 60th birthday. In the ballet, pralines, marzipans and gingerbread men dance in a pastry-shop kitchen. Whipped-cream ballerinas waltz out of a giant bowl. An over-stuffed little...