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Peptic ulcer victims, who have long been condemned by most physicians to insipid Sippy diets,* should throw away their lists of forbidden foods, feel free to eat fried fish and potatoes topped with catchup, if that happens to be what they like. So said the University of Oklahoma's Dr. Stewart G. Wolf last week. Main thing, he told the American Academy of General Practice, is not to restrict what the ulcer patient eats but to do something positive about how often he eats-and that should be every two or three hours, counting the inevitable glass of milk...
...stomach's workings for years by looking inside a patient who had to be fed through a hole in his abdominal wall) believes that "merely restricting the diet has never been known to be of real value." A major exception: cases of bleeding ulcers. Patients allowed to eat what they want have done at least as well as the rigidly controlled, if not better. All ulcer patients react too strongly to stress. "So if a patient falls off the milk wagon, his guilt feelings may cause the gastric glands to secrete more acid...
...word "sow" is the "full-grown female of the swine." Therefore, I question the type of "priestly inauguration" held in Jerusalem between 73 and 63 B.C. that served "oysters" (no scales or fins) and "mussels" (no scales or fins) and "sow's udder" (Thou shalt not eat the flesh of any animal that doth not chew the cud nor have a cloven hoof). Will you please explain what type of "priest" was inaugurated at the "sumptuous repast" referred to by Author O'Brien in The Bible Cookbook [March...
...rains came. Newcomers to the brooding pressure of the tournament circuit knew the jitters that separate the golfers from the girls. "I know how they feel," said Veteran Fay Crocker, 43. "When you know you've got to make that putt if you're going to eat, the cup just closes...
...Forgiven? J.B. is a banker, the richest man in town, respected by all and loved by his wife Sarah and their children, David, Mary, Jonathan, Ruth and Rebecca. They eat a Thanksgiving turkey, talk about God and gratitude. Then the disasters strike. Playwright MacLeish stage-manages them deftly with a tabloid editor's eye for sordid shock effect and a flexible poetic line to match. Two drunken soldiers blurt out news of the death of David; a news cameraman snaps a picture of J.B. and Sarah while a reporter is telling them that Mary and Jonathan have been killed...