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...foods he gave 30 of his anemic patients. All improved; none had relapses in two years. "The foods of greatest value in this new treatment," he reported "are butter, milk, cream, egg yolks, tomatoes, spinach, lettuce, oranges, grapefruit and pineapples. Of meats the edible viscera, which are commonly eaten only rarely, are of the greatest value; liver, lungs, sweetbreads, kidneys, beef heart and brain...
...plantains or beetle larvae or some such delicacy, had thanked his tutelar deity for the good fortune and had dined with gusto. But his gastronomic joy was short-lived. A few hours later, a horror stricken fellow tribesman informed him that he had violated tabu, that he had eaten of the dish destined for the alimentation of his holiness the king. The news struck he poor victim like a charge of the Four Horsemen. He turned pale. His knees shook. He seemed visibly to wither away. Shortly he sank to the ground, spasm after spasm of pain shaking him from...
...snoozing legislators had doubtless been dreaming about what all the West and Southwest has eaten, drunk and slept the past fortnight-GOLD. The rush and scrabble for some of the $78,000 lode struck lately at Weepah, down near the slanting California lino (TIME, March 21), continued last week to swell and assume bright color. Blizzards and gales that swept Weepah tenters down the canon, did not cool the yellow metal fever. Nearby Tonopah, base camp for the skirmishers, buzzed with brokers, show girls, sour-doughs, eager tourists. Buying and selling of mine shares was fast and furious...
...loss of the art of the ancients. It is not therefore odd that his depiction of the frontierswoman should resemble a Byzantine cowgirl, shotgun in hand, fearlessly facing whatever the gods may send. Her figure, stately as a cigar store Indian, might almost be expected to be worm-eaten, so true is it to the technique of the early Renaissance...
Today I had eaten lunch and, in preparation for drawing out my wallet and paying my check at the cashier's window, I laid my copy of TIME on the counter. The very flapperish-looking girl behind the bars took up the copy and when I went to hand her my money, she smiled and said, "It's a marvelous magazine, don't you think?" We conversed for some minutes, and I have a date with her. From now on I shall use TIME to help me pick up my dates...