Word: eating
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...gorging themselves in the city's renowned restaurants. By withholding food, the Reds are squeezing the city dweller into the communal mess hall. "When the private food hoards are gone and people cannot buy much on the local markets," the Western visitor reported, "they will be forced to eat in the community kitchens...
...course, we get good boys here at Kentucky. Every boy in the state, from the time he's born, lives for the day he can play at the university." Once Rupp gets his players, he drills them endlessly and without letup. They live together in the same dormitory, eat a special diet. Practices are conducted in semi-silence, save for an occasional tongue-lashing directed by Rupp at a player who is not giving his all. "Boy," he will holler sarcastically, "give that ball to someone who knows what to do with it." To another: "Go back...
Soncor Bird. Indian children, when they are not worm hunting, turn out willingly for school, before long learn to write respectable essays. One of them: "I am the soncor bird. I live in the forest where there are no people. I eat the pasarochllom seed. Wherever I see the pasarochllom seed, that is the thing I will eat a lot of. My coat appears like a cloud. My coat is white dotted like the clouds. My children appear like the sky. I live with my children in the forest. My children are very much crybabies if their mother leaves them...
...moving camp every few days. They have no agriculture, know no metal, make no pottery. They sleep on the ground instead of in hammocks as most Brazilian primitives do. Their weapons are bows and arrows and stone axes. Their knives are sharp flakes of stone. They eat everything that they can find or kill in the jungle-fruit, insects, snakes, roots too fibrous for white men's stomachs. In times of plenty, they make fermented drinks and go on binges...
Separate Tables. Rita Hayworth, Deborah Kerr, Burt Lancaster, David Niven, Wendy Hiller and Gladys Cooper sit down to eat crow, served up by Playwright Terence Rattigan in a ratty old resort hotel. The actors gnash away in splendid style, though in the end they seem to be left with nothing more than a mouthful of feathers...